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    • Zen Selekta - All Massive
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      Zen Selekta - All Massive

      The title is a soundsystem greeting before it is a track name. “All massive” is what an MC shouts to the whole dance at once, every crew in the room, and Zen Selekta builds the track around exactly that communal feeling. This is dubstep with its roots showing, closer to the reggae and dub lineage the genre grew out of than to the brostep that borrowed its name for a few loud years. The bass is round and warm, built to move a whole room at once. It carries that half-step skank where the drums hang back and let the space ring out, and you can almost hear a rig too big for its venue straining the walls. There is a generosity to the weight of it that most modern bass music forgets to include. Zen Selekta has been flying the flag for this deeper, older strain of UK dubstep...

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    • HIGHSOCIETY - CRITICAL MASS
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      HIGHSOCIETY - CRITICAL MASS

      The title is in all caps and so is the track, a short violent burst of HIGHSOCIETY refusing to use an indoor voice. This landed on Dim Mak, heavy bass music built for the exact moment a festival crowd has been promised a reason to come apart. The drop is all serrated edges, the kind of mid-tempo bass design that sounds like machinery coming apart on purpose, metal-on-metal textures stacked until they turn into rhythm. There is no subtlety anywhere in it and subtlety would be a betrayal of the title. HIGHSOCIETY have carved out a lane in the heavier, nastier end of bass, and CRITICAL MASS is them planting a flag in it with both boots. The first drop made me flinch, and I hear enough of these a week to be genuinely hard to startle. It is short and brutal and very good at spiking a room’s blood...

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    • Access Granted
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      Access Granted

      One of these doors opens. Take a guess which. A man in a dark suit with a briefcase, walking into an open vault packed with gold bars. Beside him, a voting booth wrapped in chains and padlocked shut. American flag on the booth, VOTE on the side, the whole setup present and accounted for. He does not look at it. He does not need to. The vault was always the real entrance and the booth was always the display model. The chains are not even new. Somebody put them on a while ago and nobody filed a work order to remove them. One door has always been open for the briefcase crowd. The other has always been locked. The only thing that changes election to election is whether they bother to hide the padlock.

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    • One True God & EDDIE - CHROME//REFLECT
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      One True God & EDDIE - CHROME//REFLECT

      This is music for walking somewhere you probably should not be going. CHROME//REFLECT drops One True God into midtempo mode, that heavy, stomping half-speed pocket between dubstep’s weight and techno’s march, and it suits the duo’s whole dystopian-robot aesthetic perfectly. They have always built tracks like scenes from a film that does not exist, masked and faceless and leaning all the way into the cyber dread, and EDDIE leans in right alongside them. Midtempo only works when it feels like a genuine threat, and this one does, each hit landing like a boot coming down on metal. It is less a dance track than a march toward something ominous with the city on fire somewhere behind it. Monstercat has been steadily stacking its roster with this darker, grimier sound lately, and tracks like this are why that bet keeps paying off. Headphones on, the whole street turns into a set...

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    • Friction - Me & You
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      Friction - Me & You

      Friction tunes always sound mastered specifically to be the loudest thing in a 3000-capacity room, and Me & You keeps the streak alive. This is dancefloor drum and bass with no patience for subtlety, a big rolling bassline under a vocal hook built to be screamed back by a full field at 1am. He ran the DnB show on Radio 1 for years and built Shogun Audio into one of the genre’s proper institutions, so he reads a peak-time crowd better than the crowd reads itself. The hook does the heavy lifting, sweet and simple and stuck in your head by the second pass whether you asked for it or not. There is nothing dark or clever hiding in the corners and the track is plainly happier for it. It is festival fuel and it is extremely good at the one enormous job it set itself. Some nights the big...

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    • obli - Sun Sun Sun
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      obli - Sun Sun Sun

      Caught this one on a grey commute and it pulled off the small miracle of making the window look like somewhere warmer. Sun Sun Sun is exactly as bright as the title triples down on, obli making the sort of melodic electronic aimed straight at the part of your brain that misses July. It came through MrSuicideSheep, still the most dependable pipeline for tracks like this, polished and emotional and built for one very specific kind of yearning. The whole thing rides one of those relentlessly sunny vocal hooks that should wear out its welcome by the second chorus and instead just keeps getting better. There is a lift in the back half that genuinely nudged my mood on a day that had done nothing to earn it. I know nothing about obli and the track did all the convincing on its own, no bio required. It is unapologetically pretty,...

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      A Gift at Thirty Dollars a Barrel

      Trump spent years calling Venezuela a socialist hellhole. Now he’s buying their oil at a discount and calling it a gift. The man who sanctions countries for breakfast cut a deal for 65 billion barrels of crude from the very government he said he’d squeeze until it collapsed. The price: $30 a barrel, less than a third of market value. The catch: his own officials told House Republicans behind closed doors that none of this oil will hit U.S. gas pumps before November 3. Gas is at $4.09 a gallon, up 27% from last year, mostly because his Iran standoff torched the global supply chain. So the fix for a crisis he started is one tanker from Caracas and a press conference. One million barrels. That barely covers an hour of what America burns through in a day. Six days until the midterms. The gift is for the cameras. Your...

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    • MNK, MasN Kutcher - Voltage
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      MNK, MasN Kutcher - Voltage

      Why does the nastiest bass house so often come out of the least serious labels? Voltage lands on Dim Mak, Steve Aoki’s shop, and MNK with MasN Kutcher keep it stripped to the essentials, one mean little riff and a kick that flat refuses to quit. The track lives in that sweet overlap where house swing meets dubstep attitude, enough groove to actually dance to and enough snarl to feel slightly dangerous doing it. The lead is the hook, a distorted stab that worms its way in and sets up shop, the kind of riff you catch yourself imitating under your breath hours after it ends. Dim Mak has always had a taste for the slightly obnoxious, the big and brash and unbothered, and Voltage sits right at home in that tradition without ever feeling like a retread. It knows precisely how much is enough and then stops there, which...

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    • DOMENO & Dirty Signal - Limitless
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      DOMENO & Dirty Signal - Limitless

      DOMENO and Dirty Signal built Limitless to be the drop you feel coming three bars out. Big room that doesn't pretend to be anything else.
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    • Your Feedback Matters
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      Your Feedback Matters

      They installed the marble to let you know they respect the process. A white marble suggestion box in a government lobby, bolted directly on top of an industrial paper shredder. You can see the shreds through the window at the bottom. Someone ordered this, someone installed it, and a third person signed the purchase order for the marble slab with SUGGESTION BOX carved into it in a font that says “your input is valued.” The funnel between box and blades is seamless. No gap, no pause, no human hand between your written thought and confetti. A slip is going in right now, already half-eaten. Whatever was on it does not matter. It never did. The only honest touch is the transparent shredder window. They could have hidden it.

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