Begin Again

I would not call this subtle. At one hundred and twenty-eight BPM, the record sprints out of the gates with a vocal progressive house framework drenched in maximum energy; every synth stab hits with the relentless cheerfulness of that major-key lift at peak time. It is unapologetically anthemic, built for hands-in-the-air moments when the room needs a lift rather than a lesson.

In my sets, it functions as a guaranteed peak-time pivot—accessible enough to keep the floor united, yet propulsive enough to maintain momentum through the final hour. There is no mystery here, and none is needed: it moves with the efficiency of a well-oiled machine, lighting up the room and demanding movement.