At 128 BPM in the murky clasp of Bb minor, this record hits like a flickering neon tube in a wet underpass. The energy is relentless, yet the synth-pop wiring keeps it light on its feet, melodic barbs threaded through a chassis of leftfield electro that feels more mischievous than malevolent. Pan/Tone lets the hooks do the talking without smoothing out the quirks, and the result bristles with voltage while staying tastefully off-centre.
I would slot this into a peak-time set where the room is already sweaty and the crowd can handle something oddball between straighter techno cuts. It builds a compact, pressurised space with no gratuitous breakdowns, just forward momentum and those twitchy, earworm motifs that reward repeat listens. For Secret Weapon Records, it is exactly the kind of credible, floor-facing weapon that earns its place in the bag.