At a loping 102 bpm in 5A, this one hits my ears less like a comedown and more like a coiled spring—downtempo in blueprint but burning with an energy of 8 that keeps every element taut and alert. I hear Floating Points stitching synthetic textures with a jeweller’s precision, letting the groove breathe without ever letting it slump; it is leftfield electronica that actually remembers the dancefloor.
I'd drop this at the mid-set pivot where the room needs a breather but not a burial—think warm-up arches or a Dekmantel sunset slot where brains and feet are equally engaged. The Pluto release lands with the understated confidence of a producer who knows that forward motion does not always require four-on-the-floor urgency, and I am already figuring out exactly where to weave it in.