A Million Cascades

The title tells you the shape of it: figures falling over one another in B major, each arpeggio landing a beat behind the last until the whole thing feels like water finding levels. At 122 the kick is unhurried, yet the energy sits at nine — that density comes from the layers, not the tempo, all shimmer and small percussion ticks filling space where a lesser record would simply add reverb.

It's a mid-set record, the point where a room has settled into a groove and can take something more ornamental without losing the floor. The low end stays polite; the melody does the work. Nothing here shouts, and that's the appeal — it will hold a long stretch of a set together without asking to be remembered for it.