At 133 the drums don't sprint so much as snap — clipped electro hats, a bassline that walks rather than pumps, and a top end dry enough that you can hear the room around it. The odd part is the harmony: 9B puts a bright shell over chords that keep sliding minor, so those mood tags aren't contradictions, just simultaneous. Happy and sad in the same bar, and somehow relaxed at an energy of nine.
Near-total danceability means the movement is built in rather than forced; nothing here needs a drop to justify itself. I'd use it as the hinge of a set, where a straight run gets bent sideways for four or five minutes before the next thing lands. It doesn't announce itself. It just quietly changes the temperature of the floor.