At 146 the drums arrive clipped and dry, hats tight enough to feel machined, and the bass does most of the talking: short, sour phrases in E-flat minor that repeat until the repetition itself becomes the hook. Nothing is padded out. The mix leaves gaps deliberately, so the room registers the space between the hits as much as the hits themselves.
Energy reads nine, but the mood tags give the game away — happy and sad, aggressive and relaxed, all at once. That contradiction is the whole trick: the riff is nearly chirpy, the low end is not. It's a set-turner rather than a summit, best dropped when the floor needs a sharp left turn; at 0.994 danceability it holds feet without asking much of them.