I Never Miss

At 125 the pulse is patient, but an energy reading of nine tells you where the weight sits: everything above the kick is working. Hats and shakers crowd the top, a clipped vocal figure keeps surfacing, and the low end stays tidy enough to leave room for it. In B major the stabs land bright rather than sour, which gives the whole thing an easy, almost conversational swing instead of pressure.

I'd drop it mid-set, somewhere after the room has settled and before anyone needs persuading — it does its work through repetition and small shifts rather than a big gesture. The hook is the kind you can leave running for a while without it wearing thin. Not a record I'd build an hour around, but a reliable one to keep the floor moving while I think about the next move.