Jacking basement sleaze is the order of the day with opener ‘Let Me Beat U’, coming on like a vintage Trelik cut, 'Werka 8’ lightens up proceedings with a stomping beat and carefree spiralling synths that shimmer with light, ‘Holy Flesh’ boasts a ghetto drum track and dizzying flute-synth refrain sure to work dancers into a frenzy, things cool down with the mysterious, glacial pads and tuff bass pulse of ‘Hold Up Hold On’.

From a family of musicians (his father is opera singer, mother a music teacher, sister is a cellist and opera singer), he grew up surrounded with music, but stubbornly rejected formal study, teaching himself composition and production whilst at university in Edinburgh.

"I was there for 4 years, and it probably had a bigger impact on me than Malmö - It’s such a moody city, and having been a too sensitive young guy there for such a long time definitely left its traces. I can’t say how, exactly, it affected me, but i like to think of my musical career in terms of chapters, and that was the first and probably most significant one, up until now."