Irish

The kick lands like a rubber mallet at 125 BPM, relentless and perfectly weighted for a peak-time terrace. Ayala steers the groove through 3B with a brightness that refuses to dim, letting melodic hooks arc overhead while the low-end churns beneath. It is pure, uncut energy—every bar feels like a countdown to a drop that never quite relents, favouring sustained tension over cheap release.

In the mix, this is the weapon you reach for when the floor is already blistering and you need to hold altitude without touching the fader. It sits deep in the tech-house pocket, bridging euphoric melodic flourishes with the utilitarian drive of a record that burns at a constant 10. Save it for when the lights finally hit the crowd and the room feels infinite.