He thanks those eager few that willingly filled the vast semi-circle of absence on the dancefloor that so often confronts a live performer. The reluctant remainder obey his command to do the same. Joking about the tepid school-night crowd – assuring us that he understands…he comes from a Northern city, too, you know (Hamburg) – Felix Kubin succeeds where so many electronic artists have failed before him. He shakes our shoulders with his jokes. He makes friends with us, if only for an hour. He shifts our feet back and forth, vaguely in time but with boundless enthusiasm. We enter weary and we leave enchanted.