B1: ALL SYSTEMS
Knightlife is a party in your head. Limbs too. It is neck-snapping beats and visceral stabs of bass, high camp handclaps and synth-sullied disco anthems-in-the-making.
It is the work of a hoodie-sporting, smile-flashing 22-year-old wunderkind from Melbourne, Australia. It is one kid his computer – nothing more, nothing less.
You could say that Knightlife was Daft Punk’s fault. Sure, there was The Prodigy’s Music for the Jilted Generation, early big-beat, French house and Alan Braxe. But really, when came down to it, it was Daft Punk. August 2006, in Tokyo, to be precise. Having flown all the way to the Japanese capital with the express purpose of seeing the enigmatic Parisian duo live, he was so utterly blown away by what transpired onstage that his own musical incarnation was an inevitability.