Daft Phunk - A disco and house day party.

No queues at 1am. No kids on ketamine. Just funk, sweat and sequins. Wrapped up in a cuddle before the sun goes down. Somewhere between Studio 54 and a moonbase in space, the groove is alive — warped through vocoders, dripping in glitter, and glowing like a disco ball on fire. Not Daft Punk. But close enough to get…