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This treats 130 BPM not as a speed limit but as a trance state. Locked in A minor and dialled to an energy rating that should come with a health warning, it unspools raw, looping synth lines that feel less like melodies and more like incantations. The texture is all grit and fluorescence—no polish, just pressure.

In the booth, this is the record you reach for when the floor is already yours and the only way forward is deeper. It fits that melodic, after-hours underground brief perfectly: functional enough to mix, hypnotic enough to blur time, and brutal enough to remind everyone why they stayed. I would slot it after a breakdown when the room needs recapturing, letting that 8A key signature bleed into the next locked groove.