Yeah, Nah

At 143 BPM the kick is a metronome with a grudge, but the character lives up top: clipped electro drums, a bassline that keeps sliding out of B-flat minor and back again, and pads that read as happy and sad inside the same bar. Energy sits at 9, yet nothing shouts — the tension is in the gaps, the small hesitations between hits.

Danceability is effectively maxed, and you feel it. The groove is machine-tight but loose through the hips, the sort of thing that works as a bridge out of a straighter set or as the mid-set turn nobody saw coming. Aggressive and relaxed at once, a record with a shrug in its shoulders. I'd place it around the hour mark, when the room wants unsettling rather than lifted.