On My Mind

At ninety-eight BPM, this moves like a wounded leviathan—each kick buried under layers of industrial sludge and melodic debris. I feel the energy at that imposing eight, yet the tempo refuses to rush, letting tension pool in the low end rather than dissipate across some cheap breakdown.

I’d programme this at 2 AM when the room needs clearing without cooling; it is a leftfield weapon for unafraid DJs who drop the temperature while keeping pressure at boiling point. Keyed to 9A, the harmonic wash feels perpetually overcast, anchoring the record’s experimental electronics in a humid, sub-heavy gloom. Modern Love remains the home for my most uncompromising selections, and this sits dead centre.