Siente El Neon

At 125 the pulse isn't fast, it's full — the kick sits low and the track keeps stacking colour above it until the top end feels lit from behind. B minor gives the chords somewhere to fall to, and they fall, repeatedly, a vocal flick catching the tail of each change. The Latin inflection lives in the swing of the percussion rather than anything declared outright, which is the right call.

That energy reading of ten comes from density, not speed: every bar has something to hold on to. It's a mid-set record, the point where a room has stopped shuffling and started settling, and it will carry a floor without asking much of it. I'd place it early in a long arc, before the night decides what it wants to be.