The Bon Iver contributor's solo work falls somewhere between Regina Spektor and Kate Bush—otherworldly yet emotionally accessible, melancholy but not forlorn. Like a less dancey Bat for Lashes, or a more tribal Julie Doiron. It was the perfect soundtrack to the ethereal breezes blowing about the shaded BMI stage, which served as a haven for the overheated. The mellow set perked up during "Grown Unknown," which featured jazzed-up undertones from a washboard-sounding effect on the drums. Ices seemed humble and genuinely glad to be here, adding that she was born in our city, so it was sort of like a trip home. Welcome back, Lia; we were glad to have you.