Dreamell builds from ground up, with magnificent Amber Dirks on vocal. Carefully but with intent, letting layers slip in one by one until the groove feels impossible to shake.

It's House Music that leans into mood more than melody, though there's a warmth in the pads that makes it feel alive. There's a pulse here, something strong enough to hold the track together even when it strips down to almost nothing. I kept listening for where it might break, but it never really does - just circles back on itself, deeper each time.

I can imagine it working at very different moments. Early in a set when the night is just beginning to move, or much later, when people have given up on talking and are just letting the music carry them. Maybe that's the point: Everything seems to ask for surrender, but gently.

Dreamell sounds comfortable here, like this is where they wanted to be all along. It's a record that stays with you, even after the last beat fades out.