Baths @ Islington Mill, Salford, 23 November

He wears thick-rimmed frames and shorts short enough to make a modest pensioner blush. His sweet demeanour is paralleled with his boy-lost voice but don’t be fooled: Will Wiesenfeld, aka Baths, is about to deliver something dark and complex, and no, we're not talking about a fine wine.

Wiesenfeld’s latest offering, Obsidian, is the yin to debut Cerulean’s yang. Where Cerulean was an escape into a dream, Obsidian shares the air of cynicism and something lost. We’re introduced to Miasma Sky; an exchange between the protagonist and a ‘tall rock shelf’ with an undertone of inflicted harm. There are twisted synths but also bleeps recognisable from a computer game. Worsening gives us more thunderous beats among echoic vocals and clean piano melodies.

Though this tour is for Wiesenfeld to promote Obsidian, we get visits from his previous venture Lovely Bloodflow, with approving cheers from an almost packed-out Islington Mill. Wiesenfeld shows off a “tidier” look, perhaps owed to his confessed first encounter in Manchester’s Canal Street – “You need to shave your sideburns if you want to get laid.” The bass-heavy beats of Earth Death saunter through the speakers, captivating the crowd with its consuming presence before descending into a Squarepusher-esque frenzy. Wiesenfeld’s classically trained fingers rapidly drill thumping, alarming rasps – it’s the highlight of the night. This three-minute detour from the original track is carried out in the most expert way, Wiesenfeld supported by his on-stage beat-makers.

The set closes with No Eyes, shortly followed by encore You’re My Excuse to Travel, its glitchy familiarity giving the audience a satisfying goodbye. Khom’s vivid and iridescent visuals, partnered with Islington Mill’s effortless hosting, give Salford a night to write home about.