Exemplary of Inga Copeland (Hype Williams) aka Lolina’s increasingly freeform, ephemeral style of composition of the last few years, her Geneva live show sees her coolly drifting between clouds of frothed percussive loops, bleeps, and church bells to screwed grime abstraction, janky blatz and dadaist synth-pop for nearly 50 wonky minutes. Keener observers will recognise mutant versions of songs from ‘The Smoke,’ released the same year of this performance, stitched in with her naturally unpredictable forms, which most brilliantly and boldly sound unresolved and frayed in a DIY, off-the-cuff way that many artists wouldn’t have the gall to perform live in front of an audience.

It practically sounds as though she’s in her own space and doing what comes naturally, offering a candid snapshot of her stream-of-consciousness in unfettered flow. Never hectic, more stoned and endearingly carefree, the set washes out with a lolling sort of lo-fi psychedelia that feels freer, less contrived than more conventional sorts of psychedelic music (don’t get us started on soundalike “psych” bands that couldn’t be further from it), primed with a sort of aleatoric unpredictability and canny wit, and snagged with her patented, from-behind-the-ear hooks that light up the set at opportune junctures.