Dos Santos and Spaander spent half a decade nodding to the same tracks at Tivoli without exchanging a word. When the introduction finally happened the result was Ultrastation. Their routine is playful but exact: Nuno drops a vinyl loop, Ben routes it through a rack of blinking modules, the signal passes between hands as nylon ties along the Saturn V service tower, quick and methodical. More the work of a full crew than 2 lone-riders. Low-slung techno lines meet electro as the vocoder syllables hover and mystify the performance, 909 kicks breathe bigger than the room. Nothing is anticipated, and as tiny nudges accumulate through the night, people don’t even notice the clock has jumped a few hours. New riffs appear, tested in real time, crowd approved and stored for later in the studio. The sum of parts, they say, and we believe them.