I know how a lot of people are going to want to read this review. When I say “Porter Robinson put on an unbelievable show,” they’ll want to add “…for a 19 year-old.” I can write “Porter Robinson is a top-of-the-line DJ,” and the readers will insert “…for just being a teenager.”

Let me clear the air now: throw the kid next to 50 year-old Benny Benassi or 42 year-old Tiesto, and Robinson is still a mega force of mixing and spinning to be reckoned with. Pairing talent with producing music since age 13 will do that to ya.

It seemed Robinson was determined to prove himself on the Windy turf when he made his Chicago debut on Thursday, Nov. 17, to support his debut EP, “Spitfire.” The 17+ show at the second story, high school gymnasium-like Logan Square Auditorium sold out well in advance. I think it’s safe to say Robinson won’t be returning to that venue; next time will require Aragon Ballroom-type space.

Chants of “POR-TER, POR-TER” gained momentum throughout the young crowd minutes before the Chapel Hill native approached the booth. The minutes after the show took off boasted examples of his DJing expertise. Robinson worked in Wolfgang Gartner’s infectious “Space Junk” right off the bat, and allowed the crowd enough time to eat it up before weaving in more electro-house beats and samples. It wasn’t long before the “POR-TER” chants resurfaced as a reward to job well done, so far.

The sounds ranged from moombahton to electro house to Dutch house to a tiny dose of dubstep. Some of the flawlessly chosen samples in Robinson’s set included Wolfgang Gartner and Deadmau5’s “Animal Rights,” Duck Sauce’s “Big Bad Wolf,” Deadmau5’s “Raise Your Weapon,” Daft Punk’s “Harder Better Faster Stronger” and “One More Time.” The familiar tracks were crowd killers, but the reaction to Robinson’s own creations was unparalleled. And by unparalleled, we’re talking mass shuffling, continuous jumping, arms in the air for days and no shortage of “OOOOHHH!”s.

One of the most notable peeking out around the show’s halfway point was his EP’s moombahcore track, “100% in The B-tch.” DJ sets aren’t typically sing-alongs, but when this dropped, it became an instant shout-along. The closing track, as it uncovered itself through a Daft Punk sample, was Robinson’s beloved first single, the hard electro track “Say My Name.” Though rounding 2 a.m., the energy was as high as ever; even Robinson had his arms up anticipating the beats with the rest of ‘em.

A small break separated the set from a short encore, for which the crowd packed in even tighter than they had the last four or so hours. Maybe they, like me, juuuust realized that Robinson just put out one of the best DJ sets since, well, who cares. Not even considering it was his first time here. Or that the venue was essentially a mini rundown banquet hall. Or that he’s a kid.

Backed by a flimsy projection screen reminiscent of a cheap prom was admittedly sad, but perhaps beneficial to Robinson. If anything, his lower-than-lowkey production made the overwhelmingly elaborate sets seen in recent Chicago shows by Deadmau5 and Skrillex seem just kind of silly. There was nothing to stand around and look at that Thursday night; setting that up would have been moot because, dammit, there were arms to flail and feet to move.