Eternity

To my ears, this is a 130-BPM vortex pitched in F major that locks the floor into a deep, hypnotic churn and refuses to let it exhale. The energy is relentless—raw, almost trance-inducing loops that feel less like conventional build-ups and more like sustained freefall, each bar tightening the screws without ever rupturing the groove.

I'd programme this squarely in the after-hours pocket: a lean, muscular frame for rooms where the lights have come up but nobody's leaving. It sits perfectly in the final stretch of a set, riding that knife-edge between euphoria and menace, its Dekmantel sheen ensuring it sounds expensive even when it is stripping paint from the walls.