Pounding warehouse techno groove at 134 BPM, distorted kick and rolling bassline, metallic stabs echoing in the sides. Male vocals, half-chanted and deadpan in the verses, rising into a shouted, anthemic hook. Short risers and glitchy fills between lines; chorus opens with widened pads and crowd-style gang vocals on the title line. Master bus saturation for grit, clipped and aggressive., techno