Why Me

I keep coming back to the way Robertson’s vocal hangs like smoke over a 105bpm chassis that feels closer to narcotic slow house than folk orthodoxy; the Eb major key lends an unexpected warmth to an otherwise clinical, leftfield skeleton. With an energy level of six it never peaks, but hovers, letting each syllable stretch and blur against a grid that sounds half-asleep yet utterly purposeful—hypnotic in the truest sense.

In the booth, I’d slot this in as a 4 AM wildcard for heads who have already surrendered to the night: too slow to slam into peak-time tools, but perfect as a breather that still keeps bodies swaying. It occupies that rare AD 93 pocket where avant-garde instinct meets dancefloor utility, a record that clears the air without killing the room.