Lysgaard seems to have his own ways of getting under your skin. If not in the early two thousands, as one of the country’s most accomplished turntablists, then now, as he throws together anything from booty disco to old Japanese power-techno-ballads, via some distorted sweaty basement somewhere in the fjords, with the gusto and attention to detail few can duplicate.

And as part of the gang running Nabovarsel, there is rarely a shortage of unreleased tracks from all across the Bergen wave of music alongside his own productions in his sets. Must be something in the water over there.