Higher

I hear 128 BPM used not as a default but as a tight, disciplined grid: Bertie pilots a four-on-the-floor gallop that feels more like a controlled surge than a sprint. The Ab minor key drapes everything in a shadowy, metallic sheen, and that energy rating of 9 is earned through lean, relentless percussion rather than cheap bombast. Every hi-hat flick and sub-bass curl is placed with the precision I expect from the Correspondant stable—tactile, urgent, and slightly forbidding.

I would drop this at the 2 AM pivot, when the floor needs tension without trance-like release. The lack of overt melodic fluff means it slots neatly between leftfield vocal cuts and harder, dubby techno, functioning as a pressure valve that keeps the room locked in hypnosis. It does not reinvent the wheel, but as a utilitarian house weapon, it lands with real force.