With her thick triangle bob and angular black dress, Juana Molina appeared an impish Tim Burton-esque figure silhouetted against the towering black curtain which hid the cinema screen.

A radiant amber light cast a striking shadow across her pretty face, adding a unique drama to her compelling solo performance.

A successful comedian in her home country of Argentina, Molina started her acoustic set with a cheeky song aimed at the technician which began, "my guitar did you forget, to plug it in because the sound is not here yet?".

She has no band but plays instead surrounded by a nest of sampling equipment, keyboards and pedals.

Using similar techniques to KT Tunstall, she records snippets of melodies, chords and beats then repeats them as she grows her delicate sphere of sound.

After months on the road, Molina runs a seamless operation, even sampling the accidental clatter of a falling water bottle on her keyboard and stopping to photograph the crowd.

Although sung in Spanish, Molina's songs enchant even without meaning. Awash with echoing rhythms and lush, swelling melodies, they possess an almost sub-aqua beauty.

Despite growing up in Buenos Aires, with a six-year hiatus in Paris, her fourth and latest album Son is surprisingly un-Latin.

With a voice as pure and hypnotic as Suzanne Vega but tinged with the experimental glory of Bjork, she instead twists and blends acoustic guitar, electronica, ambient and folk.

Her charming eccentricity also leaves you pondering strange advice such as: "Don't feel envy. A pig only sucks from its own teat!".