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The kick lands with the measured authority of classic dub techno, yet at 120 BPM it refuses to rush, letting every echo and chord stab in 2A breathe through the smoke. Fields Of Mist keeps the energy pinned at a near-frantic nine without tipping into chaos, instead carving space between the bleeps so the low end can loom like architecture.

In a set, this slots perfectly into that transition where the room needs propulsion but not acceleration—its leftfield hooks grip the floor while the dubwise skeleton keeps heads nodding. It is Ilian Tape doing what the label does best: functional body music with enough oddity to make the familiar feel alien.