For the second year in a row, Dory Kahalé closed out Saturday night at Camp DayFunk with a set that felt less like a performance and more like a ritual. Seamlessly weaving house, ghetto, classic techno, and everything in between, Dory commanded the dancefloor with a sound that was raw, driving, and undeniably joyful. As the sun dipped low and the night came alive, his set built momentum in waves, each one pulling dancers deeper into the reminder why we gather. It was sweaty, communal, and cathartic. If this becomes the DayFunk tradition it’s starting to feel like, we’re all the better for it.