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The tempo locks in at a bruising 136 BPM, and that energy rating of nine is no exaggeration: this is electro reduced to cold steel and current, all piston kicks and synthetic abrasion. In key 10A it carries a minor-key menace that never lifts, pressing against the ceiling of the room like smoke with no vent. The texture is deliberately raw, favouring jolt over colour, and you can feel every bar insisting on physical compliance.

It is clearly engineered for the tougher slot—arriving when the dancefloor is too committed to care about hooks, too deep in the night for nuance. There is credibility in its discipline, yet without melodic distinction it functions more as a reliable shock to the system than a moment you will remember on the walk home. Drop it when you need pressure, not poetry.