One of Seattle’s best mashup/dubstep DJs, KRNL.PANIC (AKA Rama), is moving to Brooklyn later this year, so you may want to catch him here while you still have the chance. A conceptualist/scriptwriter for Digital Kitchen, he’s hoping to start working at the company’s New York office in August or September.

After witnessing KRNL.PANIC spin an intense dubstep set at Lo_Fi Performance Gallery Saturday night, I spoke with him about his music career. (By the way, dubstep is the antithesis of feel-good party music and KRNL’s deck time made most of the crowd uneasy, but the promoter asked him to play it and he complied with panache.). KRNL said he’s looking forward to spinning in NYC clubs, where people seem to be more willing to get the party started immediately rather than gradually, timidly working their way to the floor, as is common in Seattle.

Besides dubstep, KRNL.PANIC also satisfies hardcore partiers with his expert blends of electro, dancehall, hiphop, grime, and drum & bass. His high-energy mixes span decades and emphasize tracks’ most exciting snippets (his dynamite CD No Crease Walk encompasses 33 tracks in 47 minutes). KRNL admits he has a short attention span and feels a chronic need to alter tracks to his own specs, whether he’s behind the decks or in the studio. His hands always have to be moving on the mixer. And those hands have had 11 years of experience tweaking sounds for maximum damage.

Now KRNL is on the verge of stardom. Earplug online zine favorably reviewed No Crease Walk, which drew the attention of the BBC’s Breezeblock show’s producer. He secured a copy and began playing it to death in the office, and now Breezeblock host Mary Anne Hobbs is clamoring for more mixes from the KRNL. A perfectionist, KRNL is working on his second mix, which he reckons will last an hour and contain 45-50 tracks, all of which will be his own custom-made edits. “Advertising agents keep asking me for mashups, but I don’t really want to be pigeonholed like that.” KRNL has grander ambitions, and when he says, “I’m ready to blow up,” it doesn’t come off as obnoxious boasting, but simply an irrefutable observation.