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The kick sits dead-centre at 130 BPM, unhurried but insistent, while the 4B key signature keeps everything caged in a metallic grey minor. I hear Lazic and Romano stripping the frame to bare scaffolding: no peaks, just a sustained energy level of nine that throbs rather than drops, the hi-hats ticking like a ventilator in an empty warehouse.

I’d call it pure 3 a.m. material, best slotted after a peak to recalibrate the floor without losing momentum. The minimal architecture leaves acres of headroom, letting the club’s own reverberation become the melody. By the final pass, the track hasn’t so much ended as dissolved into the smoke.