Grimes, Cosby Tent
Grimes, Cosby Tent:
Just when you though interpretive dance was the last outpost of the jazz fraternity, along comes Claire Boucher.
The 24-year-old has hired – or at least dragged along – a man in a vest who squirms and squiggles around the stage with an inflatable rubber tyre as she plies her dreamy electronica to a wedged Cosby Tent.
It's all good, though; Boucher needs a diversion from the fact that she's using new equipment, since all of her gear was stolen in Manchester on Thursday night.
"This might get a bit weird," she says, but that's no bad thing.
After a studious warm-up introduction, the throng comes alive for Oblivion - complete with an unleashing of balloons - before sinking into a blissful reverie for the duration.
The set's a bit slow to get going, but builds nicely to an even groove by the time she leaves the stage.