The warehouse in suburban Melbourne felt like a pressure cooker. Outside, the air was still, but inside, the walls were sweating.

Eryk caught Jono’s eye and grinned. The bootleg had worked. They had taken a heart-wrenching pop anthem and turned it into a high-octane heartbeat for the underground.

Chopping Becky Hill's soaring lines into rhythmic, club-ready hooks.

Incorporating heavy, off-beat basslines characteristic of the Melbourne underground scene.

As the track faded into a wash of white noise and heavy reverb, the crowd didn't stop. They couldn't. The rhythm was still echoing in their chests, a relentless reminder that when the heart goes "La Di Da" in this room, it does so at 140 beats per minute. ⚡

When the bass hit, it was a heavy, driving bounce—the signature Melbourne sound, reborn with a darker, more aggressive edge. The "La Di Da" hook returned, but it was no longer a lullaby. It was a command. The floorboards groaned under the weight of five hundred people jumping in perfect unison.

Transitioning from melodic house vibes into a driving, high-BPM peak-time anthem.

Jono stood behind the decks, his fingers hovering over the mixer. Beside him, Eryk nodded, the signal they both knew. They had spent weeks stripping back the pop polish of Becky Hill’s "My Heart Goes," looking for the grit beneath the melody. They didn’t want a remix; they wanted a weapon.

Gee Bootleg) | Becky Hill & Topic - My Heart Goes (la Di Da) (jono Toscano & Eryk

The warehouse in suburban Melbourne felt like a pressure cooker. Outside, the air was still, but inside, the walls were sweating.

Eryk caught Jono’s eye and grinned. The bootleg had worked. They had taken a heart-wrenching pop anthem and turned it into a high-octane heartbeat for the underground.

Chopping Becky Hill's soaring lines into rhythmic, club-ready hooks. The warehouse in suburban Melbourne felt like a

Incorporating heavy, off-beat basslines characteristic of the Melbourne underground scene.

As the track faded into a wash of white noise and heavy reverb, the crowd didn't stop. They couldn't. The rhythm was still echoing in their chests, a relentless reminder that when the heart goes "La Di Da" in this room, it does so at 140 beats per minute. ⚡ The bootleg had worked

When the bass hit, it was a heavy, driving bounce—the signature Melbourne sound, reborn with a darker, more aggressive edge. The "La Di Da" hook returned, but it was no longer a lullaby. It was a command. The floorboards groaned under the weight of five hundred people jumping in perfect unison.

Transitioning from melodic house vibes into a driving, high-BPM peak-time anthem. They didn’t want a remix

Jono stood behind the decks, his fingers hovering over the mixer. Beside him, Eryk nodded, the signal they both knew. They had spent weeks stripping back the pop polish of Becky Hill’s "My Heart Goes," looking for the grit beneath the melody. They didn’t want a remix; they wanted a weapon.