Stage: Leeds, NME/Radio 1
Time and date: Friday 9.10pm
Dress code: James Murphy is in the, ahem, tight-fitting white T that you would expect (and wonder if he ever washes). The crowd, oh yes, are dressed in neon jewellery.
In summary: Murphy is hardly renowned for a flamboyant stage presence, so when the electronic auteur turned frontman announces that he "popped" his knee in getting off the tour bus, you know it won't affect his act too much. Still, any loss in star-jumps is fully compensated by an increase in musical tempo, which turns the tent into a funky punky disco.
Highlight: North American Scum went down well, but for this reviewer, the latest version of Daft Punk Is Playing in My House is the real winner. Stripped down and seemingly given the drumbeat from Hey Mickey, it seems impolite not to pogo along in accompaniment.
Better than: Most electronic music when it's played "live". In trying to introduce as much live instrumentation as possible, Murphy doesn't leave himself much room on the stage to hobble around, but the sound is huge.
Worse than: A proper, full set. All in all, this gig clocks in at 38 minutes. Not long enough.
Talking point: The scheduling, which is so tight that any slippage from the original start time means the band has to curtail their performance. Almost inevitably, this means headliners are the ones who get squeezed.
What they'll be up to this time next year: Back in the studio again.
Mark out of 10: 8
