Watching Mutlu play is like being in the eye of a hurricane. Seemingly very tranquil and calm on the surface, you can sense a storm brewing deep in those beats that you know is going to break out in pandemonium. And after all that sweet suspense, when the crowd explodes in screams, a little smile breaks across his face and you know that he knows that everyone is exactly where they want to be.
Mutlu isn’t one of those who feel the necessity to constantly contort and undulate behind the turntables while jiggling his hands in the air; he is the perfect picture of serenity. But when a dancer look..
