Sorry Grandma need make no apology for shipping to our shores DJ-producer duo Classixx. Hailing from L.A., these two record label dropouts are no layabouts.

Makers of indie dance anthem I’ll Get You and one of the better remixes of Phoenix’s Lizstomania, Classixx’s set held promise as a night of tunes as crowd-pleasing as their studio creations.

The crowd numbered a concerning few until the staircase barriers got pulled aside not long before midnight. Party-goers then flocked from surrounding smoke-filled alleyways, packing out the upstairs dance-floor as quick as you can ask “do you like bass?”

Seeing DJ ‘slash’ producers in pure DJ mode can sometimes be a little disappointing. As Knightlife warmed up the decks, some of us tried not to get too excited. Studio nous does not always translate into dance-floor magic as those of us let down by other DJ/producer types in the past have had the misfortune of discovering.

Not so with Classixx. Announcing their arrival with track full of piano-thumping ‘90s-retro cool, the pair kicked off a set that seamlessly ran the gamut of house, nu disco and indie dance, held expertly together with their signature synth-dripping sound. Mixing up Classixx classics with the usual crowd-pleasers from Daft Funk, Duck Sauce and Chicken Lips, if there was any complaint there wasn’t a dull enough moment to line up for a drink to cool off.

Even when playing more chilled tracks Classixx could stop you in your tracks half way to the bar. A-Trak’s remix of Sebastien Tellier’s Kilometer and the Fred Falke remix of Golden Cage by Whitest Boy Alive were two of such tracks sounding something along the lines of sped up, synth-driven prom slow-dance music only, like, amazingly awesome. Well, that’s how it was described to a random guy nearby who responded with a strange look, so maybe not.

The point is, Classixx’s set featured such a range of tracks that it perhaps explains their music’s broad appeal – we defy anyone who can resist a bit of a disco dance to I’ll Get You. It explains, too, why as remixers they seem to be able to turn their hand to just about anything and anyone – Phoenix, Yacht, Ladyhawke, Fischerspooner, Groove Armada, Major Lazer, you name ‘em.

The mood became almost feverish with one party boy managing to clamber up onto the sloped edge of the DJ booth long enough for a podium dance, putting to shame wannabe groupies who tried and failed before him. One such hell-bent groupie managed to slip undetected into the almost a fortress-like DJ area only to be asked very politely by the Classixx boys to leave as the crowd jeered.

Flipping us all the bird as she returned back to the dance-floor, she can be forgiven for her brashness because who can blame her, really – Classixx delivered a set worthy of not just groupie adoration. Let’s just think of her throwing herself at this very talented young duo a token of Melbourne’s appreciation for a fine set we hope to have visited upon us again in the near future.