Copy of CRATE Pulls of the Week

Lance Savali recently came for us with “Higher” featuring Rita Ora, and apparently that wasn't enough because he's back to finish the job. “All I See” is a dancefloor dream built like a production rollercoaster with an engineering degree: climbs, drops, turns and perfectly timed jolts, all executed with enough precision that the vocal hook can ride straight through the middle without losing its grip. It's big without becoming blunt, kinetic without becoming chaos, and exactly the kind of record that makes standing still feel like a personal failure. I'm taking this one to the gym and coming out a bodybuilder. Gains, bro. Consider CRATE officially back in training.

“Bye Bye Inhibitions” is sexy in a way that suggests the birthday suit is couture. Alok has apparently found the recipe here, serving up a sleek, after-hours production with enough low-end heat to turn CRATE into the world's most exclusive strip club. Velvet rope. Champagne somewhere. Money guns firing nonstop rounds of hundred-dollar bills. The key ingredient is NAYEON of K-pop supergroup TWICE, who brings exactly the kind of polished temptation this thing requires, slipping through the beat like she already knows we're making terrible decisions. TWICE only had to ask once. Sorry, that's a dad joke and I'm not a dad. But if I were, I'd be covering the kids' eyes and ears because this one is strictly adults only.

At :31, “DANGER DANGER” goes absolutely b-a-n-a-n-a-s. And protein powder. And creatine. And peanut butter. Basically, Dom Dolla and Solomun have blended an athlete's smoothie powerful enough to get us investigated by several governing bodies, then handed Skepta the cup. The production hits with the kind of physical force that makes the song's title feel like the warning label nobody bothered to read, while Skepta adds enough menace to suggest whatever superpower we've just developed may not be used responsibly. You can run if you'd like. We'll even give you a thirty-second head start.

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Alison Wonderland and WINK say “RESCUE U,” and apparently they're certified first responders now. Someone overboard? Forget the life buoy. Throw “RESCUE U” into the water and let the bass vibrate them back to the surface. House on fire? Beat the fire department there, press play and wait for the pipes to burst. Cat stuck in a tree? Get the net ready and turn up the subwoofer. There is so much low-end force packed into this thing that we're beginning to question whether CRATE needs an emergency-services license. If you need help, remain calm and stay where you are. Alison Wonderland and WINK are responding to the scene.

No one asked for our opinion, we're aware, but “scared” sounds like the godchild of Nine Inch Nails' “Closer” snuck out of the house and found an underground rave. All black. Ripped jeans. Smudged eyeliner. Out-emoing you and every one of your sad friends combined. Bad Computer wraps the whole thing in dark, industrial electronic production that feels equal parts seductive and vaguely threatening, like we probably shouldn't have followed them down those stairs but we're certainly not leaving now. We have no idea what the plot is, who authorized this field trip or what happens when the lights come back on. But despite the title, we don't think we're the ones who should be scared.