Let’s set the scene. You’re at a party. The vibes are immaculate. The DJ, a picture of cool, is staring intently at a laptop screen, occasionally clicking a mouse. The music is great, sure, but you could be listening to a very well-curated Spotify playlist and the effect would be roughly the same. Then, disaster strikes. The software glitches. The dreaded spinning wheel of doom appears. And suddenly, the god of the dancefloor is just a person in a panicked sweat, frantically