NASTYTOUCH Records

Artist: gitadelrio
Track Title: Make Me Cum (Ask For Amanda Mix)
Label: NASTYTOUCH Records
Cat. Number: NST156
Format: Digital / Club Tool
Genre: Late-Night Deep House/Minimal Techno) / Melodic House
BPM / Key: 124 BPM /
Club OptimizedVibe: Deep, eroticlate-night, sweaty, high-energy warehouse vibe.
Key Elements: Sub-heavy compression, distorted low-end rumble, explicit vocal stabs, high-tempo arrangement.
Taking the spotlight on NASTYTOUCH Records under catalog number NST156, underground producer gitadelrio drops a devastating, high-octane club weapon with "Make Me Cum (Ask For Amanda Mix)".This specific mix is a masterclass in peak-time tension, shifting away from standard arrangements into a darker, more brutalist territory. Built around a punishing, industrial-tinted kick drum and a relentless rolling bassline, the track is layered with provocative, sultry vocal chops that echo through a smoke-filled room. Combined with gritty, driving acid synths and sharp, metallic percussion, the Ask For Amanda Mix delivers a raw, hypnotic groove designed specifically for the late-night hours.It is an absolute peak-time tool, fine-tuned for international techno selectors who want to inject pure, unfiltered energy, heavy sweat, and primal rave nostalgia straight onto the dancefloor.

Record Label:

NASTY TOUCH Records

Release Date:

21 May 2026
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