...written and compiled by spank.

The Que Club is a curious venue. Most noted for its ‘Atomic Jam’ all-nighter, the high ceiling and auditorium seating betray the Que Club’s former existence as a church. As the clubbers congregate, the feeling is uneasy. DJs play but the volume is insufficient, drowned out by the excited chattering.

Just when you begin to think this may be a concert rather than a dance event, Daft Punk come on. Constantly media-shy, the lights are averted from the two Frenchmen and their equipment is covered with sheets. Instead the volume is whacked up to full (causing at least one flatulent speaker!), three screens are filled with images and the clubbers go ballistic. Even since the summer Daft Punk’s live show has progressed, starting with distorted, random sounds and trademark filtering and EQing. The crowd are charged up and promptly explode when anything vaguely familiar is mixed in. Working on basis of this, Daft Punk work the crowd, constantly teasing until they let ‘Da Funk’ rip. The sound of 3000 people attempting to replicate the ‘Nah-na-na-nah’ of ‘Da Funk’s 303-line is something that one can only experience. Sure as hell it’s more fun than hymn practice ever was.

As the tracks crash on, tune upon tune mutate into one as the continental gentlemen work off and improvise around one other. ‘Around The World’ is the most warped, never actually breaking into the original but instead looping and filtering ten minutes of disco darkness. As the vocoded vocals of ‘Teachers’ name-check all Daft Punk’s influences their pictures flash across the screens. Respectfully the clubbing disciples pay tribute. Once ‘Burnin’ is played the territory becomes unknown as new tunes, old tunes distorted out of recognition and early house records are mixed into the bag taking us on a truly spiritual journey.