Di Stefano and Vargas reunite with thirty years of shared music. As Rob cues the first record, we will feel the New York night air, the TRIBAL logo and a bass that still smells of old vinyl. When the groove drifts a little, we will know Rui has latched on, adding a sparkle of Lisbon’s brightness from three decades of dawn shifts at Lux-Frágil. No grand gestures, just two friends resuming a conversation they started at a castle rave back in 94. Their stories sound loud on wax. Dusty white-labels that once shook Sound Factory meet new local pressings, house music tumbling into techno and back again, like bursts of laughter and a coup of tea. By the time the needle lifts, the floor has learned a simple truth: when these two plot the journey, time collapses to zero and the night is all but a blur.