Hummingbird songs in frosty mornings, church choirs and bells ringing, euphoric vocals, crying guitars, and swelling synths — that’s what Kleingeld’s dreams are made of. Brimming over with gloomy echoes and intricate percussion, her candle illuminated shows can induce anyone into a posthypnotic amnesia. DJ by day, didgeridoo by night, the empress of reverb plays with haunted airwaves embodied by her listeners’ breaths — all in a strange but fun parade, destination unknown, fragile, and uncertain sonic fields.