Wata Igarashi pushes the Dekmantel catalogue into ferocious territory here, marrying the label’s leftfield ethos with a 140 BPM framework that refuses to sit still. The energy is maxed out—ten out of ten—yet the ambient tag holds true in the way the pressure circulates rather than drops, a suffocating haze locked in 6A that moves like smoke through a strobe and refuses to clear.
There is a dubby psychedelia at work, unmistakable in the distinctive sound design that earns this its underground pedigree. It builds a room of sheer sonic architecture, the tempo insisting on relentless forward motion while the textures dissolve and reform around you. I would slot this at the peak of a set when the crowd needs disorientation rather than a simple release.