By day George Fitzgerald lives an unassuming life as a citizen of London, inhabiting production studios to make music released on revered labels like Domino Records and Hotflush. By night he takes control of global clubs to spread his gospel of fluid house and shimmering techno. Don’t be fooled: His modest demeanour disguises the fact that his music is powerful enough to make you cut your hair, revert to his cult and convert to a way of living that seems more safe and comforting than the current rubbish being doled out by society’s political instability and social anxieties.