Having kicked off 2015 with a performance at Field Day, all things have been coming up Kilter – and the talented multi-instrumentalist/producer/stud is hear to fill your earholes with even more lush electronic vibes that’ll make you wanna sip a coconut.

Performing at this weekend’s Mountain Sounds Festival before hitting the road with the rambunctious duo that is Carmada, we decided to spend a day with the lad. We hit the studio, behind-the-scenes and onstage at the Australian Open of Surfing – here’s how it went down:

We kick off our day at Ministry of Sound studios with Kilter. This is where all the magic gets made, and we feel privileged to step inside Sydney’s birthplace of bangers. Is there anything more comforting than the luminescent glow of a computer screen? If there is, we don’t want to know about it.

Kilter putting together the pieces to the musical puzzle – he plays piano, bass guitar and the drums. We’ll be lucky if we get a good sound out of a triangle. We guess that we’ll forever be known as the triangle players, weed carriers and platonic groupies of the music industry.

Enough time in the studio – we head out for some sun and sushi (tried and tested combo) on Stanley Street. If you haven’t been to Sushi on Stanley, you should definitely drop in and order the spicy tuna roll and miso soup. The assertive Japanese waitresses who awkwardly pressure you to eat faster are also good value.

Kilter, his other musically-talented pal James and a wide-brimmed hat.

Back at Ministry of Sound headquarters, we link with Kilter’s light designer, Jim. They discuss options for Kilter’s live show, which gets more elaborate with his soaring popularity. Lights are fun, but we’re getting distracted by this goddamn Rubick’s Cube table. How did they get into a table? Has anyone tried to solve them all? Does that green cap have ears on it? Questions which have plagued mankind for centuries.

Kilter and his elaborate hand movements explain the need to have an on-screen sun rising over him during his tropical-themed set, because Mother Nature doesn’t provide nearly enough sunrises each day. So damn stingy.

Later, Kilter picks us up in his mother’s mini van. We feel like we’re going to soccer practice, except that we’re all uncoordinated and would probably score a hat-trick in own goals. We’re off to a gig at the Australian Open of Surfing in Manly.

After setting up his gear, Kilter goes for a quick nap in this suspended blue UFO thing. It’s showtime soon, but right now Kilter is pretty happy being the human reincarnation of Snorlax. #COZYBOYS

Kilter with the double elbow railing recline. Manly Beach is looking so damn beautiful today, it’s almost enough to make you shed green and gold tears of hometown pride. #POSTCARDMATERIAL

The stage set-up is coming along nicely, Kilter walks down this makeshift slippery dip to suss it out.

The heat is getting a little overwhelming, so we go for a cheeky dip – but a huge rip across the beach means that our fun is short-lived. We didn’t even get to perform any David Hasselhoff-esque rescue missions, but this towel and chair colour co-ordination is very strong.

Best seat in the house for soundcheck.

Gig on the beach? Wearing shoes would be criminal.

A quick interview with Danny Clayton from Channel V aka that dude who lost it on live television. Sitting on the sand, this almost looks like a pensive scene from Home & Away. We need some violins playing in the background, please.

Flipping off a shark from the safety of solid land.

A sound engineer from Channel V explains how Kilter audiences at home are going to hear Kilter. Performing on cable television is one way to prove to your mother that you’ve made it, and that you weren’t using her mini van to transport drugs interstate.

Pre-gig cider? Why the hell not. We try to spot the shark that we flipped off before – he’s not in the ocean, so we’re praying that he didn’t find a way to sneak into this pub and bash us.

Showtime! This photo should be enough to convince you that Kilter’s live show is a spectacle worth witnessing – and things sure have kicked off ever since that long ranger at soundcheck. In fact, the front row is filled with girls yelling things like “Oh my God, you’re so hot”, and other statements that are usually reserved for Brad Pitt dopplegangers. Kilter is the modern day Tommy Lee. #LIFEGOALS

Kilter manages to show great restraint and focus on the music.

Taking a photo of another Life Without Andy photographer taking a photo of Kilter and his bandmate, Tim. We just read over that sentence five times and it’s absolute dogshit, sorry for writing it.

We head down to the photography pit to catch Jagwar Ma, which doubles as a meet and greet with KIlter’s fans. This guy looks like he was impressed with Kilter’s performance. He also looks like he would be in a gnarly Nirvana cover band.

After the show, it’s the afterparty. Donslens spills some vodka on Kilter, who proceeds to shake it off to the music. Is it just us, or does Donslens look like a cross between Dillon Francis & Dan Bilzerian here? We may or may not be intoxicated as we’re writing this.

Vodka & Red Bull. Nectar of the Gods, a union that will never dismantle. We even got Grey Goose because we’re living that privileged Northern Suburbs lifestyle.

Kilter with his missus Nicole Millar, who by the way has won a goddamn ARIA for her work on Peking Duk’s ‘High’. Too many drinks and too much sun, it’s time for bed. Thanks to Kilter for being a good sport and putting up with our cameras all day.