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At 105 bpm but with an energy of 2, this is no dancefloor weapon. The rhythm moves like a reluctant pulse, dragging its feet through dust, string residue, and dead air. Set in B major, the tonal centre carries a strange, almost too-bright clarity against the gloom, yet the texture stays threadbare and provisional, as though the entire arrangement might collapse. It constructs a small, creaking room rather than a warehouse. I would slot this into a set only when the night needs to exhale completely, an interstitial spell where the crowd leans in, confused but held. Modern Love’s reputation for leftfield rigour is intact here; the track functions as a stark, uncompromising palate cleanser between heavier statements.