April was one of those months where everything felt slightly off-script, in the best possible way. The weather was all over the place. Schedules bent and broke. Mostra left our brains rewired. Somewhere between jet lag, late nights, and long walks with no real destination, these mixes quietly took the wheel. They shaped our moods without demanding attention, always there, never in the way.

Craig Gonzales and Fran Acosta kept things at halftime, groovy, and just eerie enough to stay unpredictable. Romi’s dub techno set crept into our heads and refused to leave, perfect for zoning out without drifting off. Ina Kacz brought pure voltage from Tokyo’s Dommune, direct, punchy, and gone before you knew it. Alex Tirelli and Pjenné built a low-lit, percussive labyrinth, deep, shadowy, and impossible to map. Toxido Mask and Villella offered a moody collage of ambient-not ambient soundscapes that felt more like a dream than a destination. Konduku and Mattikk turned up in Brooklyn with the kind of low-slung hypnosis you hope never ends. And Alex Albrecht, as always, proved that house can feel like fresh air, his set quietly lifted the corners of the day.