Teeth

At 136 BPM, this thing locks into a relentless forward motion. The energy is maxed out—there is no respite, just a grinding, metallic groove that feels like it is clawing at the walls. The 12B key keeps the harmonic tension bright but unstable, letting the highs slash through the mix like sheet lightning.

This is the record I drop when the floor is already dripping and the crowd needs shoving over the edge. It does not build politely; it assumes everyone is already there and pummels them without mercy. Pure, functional, raw techno violence.