Few capture that feeling of losing yourself in the night quite like Amsterdam native Gotu Jim. The cult hero behind the student hit Tweede Klas Shit (Second Class Shit) has become a chronicler of the hedonistic life. He packages the ecstatic highs and introspective lows of night owls in bittersweet songs that effortlessly navigate between house, trap, and emo. Sometimes melancholic, but through the haze of emotions, you always see a beautifully intoxicating dance floor shine.