There's not much sense in even trying to sound critical on the topic of the live Daft Punk experience. The only thing that I can compare it to is playoff baseball -- one of those strange times when a stadium full of people are all actively hoping for one thing to happen. Last night that one thing happened to be rocking our brains into a weird soupy substance with the best electronic stadium-ready bangers of the last decade.

By all accounts they've been playing the same set for more than a year, to the point that there's a very real chance that it's just a CD, but it didn't make any difference. Daft Punk's is music that was made to be heard from a wall of speakers with the skeleton of the old Coney Island Parachute Jump in your peripheral.

The forecast for Brooklyn last night had called for rain from sunset on. Low clouds and the occasional raindrop made that threat seem very real through the hour-plus set, but it just never came. If someone told me that if Thomas Bangalter and Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo's LCD screen pyramid doubled as a weather machine, I would have bought it.

Photo courtesy of this Flckr stream.