JUUUULLLIAAAAANNNNNNNA BARRRRRWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCK

Some Wes concerts are meant for the Memorial Chapel. “Otherwordly chanteuse” Julianna Barwick honed her ethereal vocal performances in rural Louisiana church choirs, so it’s perhaps no surprise. Eventually she moved to Brooklyn and began looping vocal tracks upon vocal tracks, crafting swelling, ethereal layers of angelic self-harmonization. This is the culmination of that sound.

If you missed the vocalist’s ghostly and all-too-brief performance Thursday night in the Chapel, here’s a taste from the encore. Not pictured: cops, naked 50-year-old men.