In the glare of blazing hot temperatures across Europe, Melsen keeps his cool with a club-crushing refix of his future classic ‘Tell Me What You Want’.
Zingy, alarm-ringing stabs and arcing, about-to-blow synths ride on the back of beats meaning business. Upon taking the highway to the danger zone, Melsen grabs the polite request of the title, held up high on the breakdown, as a dancefloor drill sergeant only satisfied with 100% commitment.
Beefed up and ready to rock, the show starts here.
