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At a relentless 125 BPM, So Inagawa keeps the dial pinned to ten without ever cluttering the frame; the 12A key sits low and brooding, letting those dubby textures breathe through the gaps like smoke curling from a basement vent. Every element feels submerged—liquid, even—swirling around a kick that thuds rather than slaps, hypnotic in the way only true minimal can be when it refuses to hurry.
This is a record for the bleached hours, the point where the crowd leans in and the lights barely flicker. It does not build so much as circle, tightening its grip until the room nods in unison, a late-night underground weapon that trades peaks for pure, sustained gravitational pull.