Where and when: West Holts stage, 7pm

Dress code: Glittery green leggings. Green dress with white polka dots. Sunflower around her neck. So much like all of us.

What happened: Anyone who's ever seen Tune-Yards is likely to tell you the same thing: that she's one of the best live performers around. And in an intimate venue, they're right: the way she loops her vocals and messes with rhythm is nothing but mesmerising. But outside on a huge stage with ropey sound? It's a tough gig. It's not that Merrill Garbus doesn't try to put on a show – there are backing vocalists dancing wildly and a strange pink monster roaming the stage, created out of nothing more than a pink blanket and two people wearing eyeballs for heads. But the true magic of what she does best – her music – doesn't always come across. Tonight's show involves Haitian rhythms and siren noises (as produced by Garbus's supernatural vocal chords for the opening of Gangsta), but often her lo-fi sound gets lost in the mix. As with Jeffrey Lewis or Daniel Johnston, there are certain artists who are always going to be best suited to smaller venues and that's no bad thing. Having said that, Powa and Sink-O incite wild dancing in a crowd who largely share Garbus's love for glittery leggings, suggesting that the music of Tune-Yards will never be completely repressible.

High point: The falsetto peaks of Powa.

Low point: Everyone loves bass, but it's nice to hear something else in the sound guy's mix as well.

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