I hear Igarashi pushing the tempo to a breathless 143 BPM, locking into a B-minor groove that feels less like a track and more like a revolving door between worlds. The drums hit with peak-time urgency—every kick lands like a command—and the psychedelic textures spiral outward without ever losing their centre. To my ears, this is forward-thinking sound design that turns a dark room into a tunnel of strobing colour.
At this energy level, there is nowhere to hide; I would drop it in the final hour when the floor is already teetering on the edge. Slide it in after something slower and watch the space compress into a single, heaving organism. It is pure, unrelenting peak-time material—hypnotic techno with a goa-trance bloodstream—and it earns its place at the very centre of the night.