Boss

At 130 the kick is brisk but not hurried, and the whole thing sits in F# major with the polish turned down — bright chords, a bassline that nudges rather than shoves. Energy reads nine, yet the groove is almost frictionless: small displacements, clipped vocal fragments, and a swing doing the work a fuller arrangement usually needs.

The mood tags fight each other and that's the point. Something happy in the stabs, something sad underneath, a rasp that reads aggressive, a lilt that reads relaxed. It's the sort of contradictory record you slot mid-set, when a melodic run needs teeth and a harder stretch needs air. Not a peak — a hinge, and a good one.