The drums land with a dry, machined bluntness at 128 BPM, each loop cycling with the obsessive focus of a lathe cutting metal. There is no padding; the energy is a ten, so every bar feels like a tightening ratchet, the 9B key adding a closed, tunnel-like tension that keeps the groove narrow and purposeful.
It functions as hardware, not ornament: a track you drop when the floor is already primed and you need to maintain pressure without offering a melodic life raft. Raw house mechanics filtered through a techno discipline, it keeps the arrangement taut because it knows when not to intervene.