At 133 BPM the drums are dry and close, snapped tight against a bassline that sits low in E-flat minor and refuses to resolve upward. The top end is where the light gets in — bright, slightly detuned arpeggios that read as cheerful until you notice the chord underneath them isn't. That contradiction is the whole record: the machine sounds like it's enjoying itself while the harmony quietly sulks. Energy reads a flat ten, but it's coiled rather than loud; the percussion keeps clipping the edge of the grid without ever tipping into chaos.
It belongs late, in the stretch where a set stops asking permission and starts applying pressure — or early, dropped cold before anyone's settled, to set the terms. The danceability figure tells you the groove is generous; the mood tags, happy and sad and aggressive and relaxed all at once, tell you it's not simple about it. I keep it for the tension between those poles, and for the way it holds a room without raising its voice.