At 128 BPM in the bright lift of 7B, this thing hits with the force of a main-room missile, yet its song-based structure threads an unmistakable melodic sensibility through the distortion. The energy sits at a relentless nine, but rather than flattening the mix into monochrome brutality, Freeland and Forbes carve out space for the song to breathe between the kicks, letting tension arc like a lit fuse in an airtight chassis.
It is precisely that crossover appeal that makes the record so useful: it will slot neatly into a peak-time techno set, yet its accessible groove means it can shoulder a moment without needing a surrounding armoury of similar tools. The floor recognises the invitation immediately, and at this tempo the momentum is self-sustaining. I would drop it when the room is already humid and watch the energy crest without forcing a hand.