Everyone loves to boogie, and none more than Audun with his Electronic Boogie Show at elsewhere on the Gold Coast. Joining him for a solid dose were the Brisbane promoter/DJ team of Mike Redfern and Fergus Alexander. A few days south of techno and a running man north of disco, Audun kicked the party into gear as the comfortably stylish and stylishly comfortable mix of party people hit the bar, darkened corners and couches. A popular local, Audun plumbed the depths of electronica for a signature take on a sound that’s infuriatingly difficult to describe. If space disco was funkier, and funk was deeper, and deep house was jacking, and jackin’ house was electronic then things might be easier on all of us. Thankfully, the chinstroking was left to the internet massive, and elsewhere quickly filled and spilled over on to the dancefloor.

As Mike Redfern took over the first of the night’s lengthy sets, the rest of the entourage blended into the crowd in the immersive vibe that elsewhere is known for. Soon enough, the coloured dancefloor lit up and a cheer rings out as Fergus Alexander joins Mike to mix the sounds of disco synth stabs, dropping an unreleased disco and electro number by Brisbane ex-pat Chris Vitreous Buckridge of My Ninja Lover fame. Aside from the electric boogying in general, elsewhere remained quite laidback throughout the night; it’s a venue where you have the uncanny ability to feel relaxed and edgy at the same time. The carefully unfinished decor mixes with clever touches that tip it away from the faceless commerce that many clubs have slipped into, while the lighting sets the mood for the early morning stomping sessions. The floor flashes manically, the lights dim and twist into a deep red, and cocktails fill every inch of the tabletops as the blur of sets between Audun, Mike and Fergus fall into one long cycle of head-nodding, floor work and turns at the bar.

Whether this is a particularly debaucherous crowd – or fuelled on by the party puppets throwing discs into the mix when not jumping around the floor themselves – is a mystery left for the bar staff as the sun rises and the evening winds to a close. The sun shines on a staggering reminder that Brisbane is not the only face of Queensland clubbing, and a road train of Brisbane trash bags makes its way back north, leaving the Gold Coast thinking, “I told you so”.