Borgeous is still alive and making festival bangers, which in 2026 counts as a genuine plot twist. “In Da Booth” is unapologetic big-room throwback material — the exact sound that ate EDM alive around 2014 and then got laughed straight out of the room a couple years later. Here’s the thing though: played this confidently, it still works on a lizard-brain level. A nagging vocal chant, a supersaw lead built for a hundred thousand phone lights, a kick you feel in your sternum. There’s no reinvention on offer and Borgeous clearly wants none of it; this is comfort food for people who peaked at Ultra and know it about themselves. The drop at 1:12 is exactly the drop you’re bracing for and lands hard anyway, which reads as either lazy or honest depending entirely on your mood. I put it on ironically and caught myself doing the double-handed festival point...
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July 14, 2026 at 2:22 PM 1 min read
Borgeous - In Da Booth
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July 14, 2026 at 10:42 AM 1 min read
BAGO - COMPOSURE
Read more . . . →How does a track called “COMPOSURE” end up being the least composed thing I’ve heard all week? BAGO builds the first ninety seconds like a proper liquid roller, all warm pads and a bassline that just purrs, and then torches the whole thing at the drop into something jagged and mechanical. The switch is genuinely disorienting the first time — I caught myself checking the tracklist to make sure it hadn’t skipped to a different song. That contrast is the entire hook: he lulls you into a comedown and then reminds you the club is still very much going. The drums have that Ram Records precision where every hat sounds individually placed by hand. I’ve had the pretty intro stuck in my head, but it’s the ugly second half I keep rewinding to. BAGO’s been putting out this kind of bait-and-switch for a minute, and this is the sharpest the...
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July 14, 2026 at 8:34 AM
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Tomorrowland turns 20 and the hype is insufferable and mostly earned
Read more . . . →Four days out and my feeds are 90% people you’ll never see again posting the same drone shot of the mainstage. Tomorrowland hits its 20th edition this year, they’ve branded it Consciencia, and yes, most of it is a very expensive Instagram backdrop with a castle stuck on top. But the thing didn’t get this big on nothing. Five tracks that will actually go off in Boom and won’t make you feel stupid for humming them on the flight home. 1. Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike vs Ummet Ozcan - The Hum The Belgian duo are basically Tomorrowland’s house band, and this is the one that turned a chest-thump from Wolf of Wall Street into a stadium chant. That wordless “hum” at the drop is dumb in the best possible way. Ten years on and it still detonates the field the second the chant lands. 2. MEDUZA, Goodboys - Piece...
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July 14, 2026 at 6:36 AM
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BILL Had a Good Quarter, So It Fired a Third of You
Read more . . . →BILL Holdings had a good quarter. Revenue up 13 percent, earnings beat, the kind of numbers a company puts in a press release with an exclamation point. So on May 7 the board did the obvious thing with all that success: it moved to fire up to a third of the company — roughly 700 people out of about 2,333 — and on the exact same day authorized a billion dollars to buy back its own stock. Not a slow quarter. Not a demand cliff. A beat. The money was never missing. There was a billion dollars sitting right there, and the board looked at 700 employees, looked at the share price, and decided the share price needed it more. They called it “organizational agility.” Agility, it turns out, is when you can afford everyone and pick the stock instead. The 30 to 60 million dollars in severance is the...
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July 13, 2026 at 6:40 PM 1 min read
Anaïs, Stylo G & Lady Leshurr - Strong Like Lion
Read more . . . →Three vocalists on one dubstep riddim and none of them wait their turn — Lady Leshurr comes in already mid-argument and doesn’t let up. The beat underneath is proper UK weight, that half-step swing where the snare lands a hair later than your body expects and keeps yanking you forward. Stylo G’s verse around the two-minute mark switches the whole energy from cocky to menacing without changing the tempo, which is a harder trick than it sounds. I’ve sat through a lot of “features stacked on a drop” tracks that feel like a label spreadsheet, and this one feels like three people who actually wanted to be in a room together. The production leaves real gaps for the voices instead of burying them under a wall of bass, so every bar cuts clean. It’s the rare posse cut where my favourite verse changes depending on the day. Built for a...
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July 13, 2026 at 2:15 PM 1 min read
909 RACING TEAM x DJ Melvin - L.O.I.S.
Read more . . . →“L.O.I.S.” comes screaming out of the gate at a tempo that dares you to keep up, all revving synth stabs and a kick that could pace a marathon. This is trance in its rowdiest, least tasteful mode, closer to the sweaty back corner of a festival tent than any candlelit Anjuna moment, and it’s better for that. The 909 Racing Team name is honest branding: the whole thing feels like a lap counter ticking down, tension winding tighter and tighter until the breakdown finally lets go around the two-minute mark. When it does, it’s pure serotonin, a supersaw lead so bright it borders on cheesy, saved entirely by how hard the drums are hammering behind it. I don’t reach for uplifting trance often but the sheer commitment on display here wore me down fast. There’s no irony in it, no wink, just full-throttle Eurotrance played completely straight. Ridiculous in exactly...
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July 13, 2026 at 2:00 PM 3 min read
Aphex Twin for Beginners (Yes, Start Here)
Where to start with Aphex Twin? Skip the dare-you records. Begin with Selected Ambient Works 85-92, then Richard D. James Album. Start pretty, the terror waits.Read more . . . →Get the tee →Support the blogLooks like Helvetica. Sounds like a closing argument. -
July 13, 2026 at 9:32 AM 1 min read
2frers - FLIRT LIGHTS
Read more . . . →“FLIRT LIGHTS” sounds like a strip of neon bar signage came to life and started flirting with you, which is roughly the energy 2frers are going for. It’s a bouncy, cocky bit of bass house, the kind of track engineered for that exact 1am club moment when everyone’s suddenly a little braver than they were an hour earlier. The lead synth has this pitchy, talky quality that almost forms words without ever committing to one, and it worms into your skull fast. Around the 1:30 mark the whole thing strips back to just a sub and a clap and lets the groove breathe for a bar before piling back in. It’s daft fun with actual craft under the hood, which is a rarer combination than the streaming-farm sound usually suggests. I don’t know a single thing about these two and the track told me everything I needed to anyway. Not...
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July 13, 2026 at 8:56 AM
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This Week on coldplaysucks — July 5–12
Read more . . . →Sixty-odd tracks went up over the last week and the house crowd quietly ran the table, though drum and bass and dubstep were right behind it swinging. The recurring theme was old songs getting dragged somewhere they didn’t ask to go: a 1997 trance anthem turned into a trap crime scene, a 1972 afrobeat staple rebuilt as a peak-time house workout, and Vicetone’s “Nevada” flipped twice by two different people in the same seven days. If you like a producer robbing the past and getting away with it, this was your week. Track of the Week Da Hool - Meet Her at the Loveparade (Hex Cougar Remix) “Meet Her at the Loveparade” is older than a chunk of the people who’ll hear this, and Hex Cougar leaves that famous riff almost untouched — dun, dun-dun-dun — right up until 1:22, when the drop opens underneath it like a garbage truck...
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July 13, 2026 at 7:06 AM
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Microsoft Fired the People Who Make Your Games. On a Three-Minute Call.
Read more . . . →Microsoft just deleted roughly 3,200 jobs out of Xbox — about a fifth of the whole division — closed or spun off a handful of studios, and in Montreal it fired a dozen unionized developers at Bethesda over a three-minute video call where they weren’t allowed to ask a single question. Sit with that for a second. Not the 3,200. The three. The people who built the worlds a lot of us disappeared into for a thousand hours — Doom, Fallout, the games that got some of us through a couple of bad winters — got less time to absorb losing their careers than it takes to sit through a loading screen. The union that represents them, CWA Canada, put it plainly: used, abused, and discarded. The workers there have their own name for it now — the stressful annual routine — because this happens every summer, like weather. Now...
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