Baths, aka a kid from the San Fernando Valley named Will Wiesenfeld, played a giddy, sweaty, I-can't-believe-you-came-out-to-see-me sort of set last night at the Neptune to a crowd of very giddy people. He looks sort of like a dorky hedgehog, he's 21, and he makes electronic music that makes your endocrine system go crazy, as Trent Moorman points out in his column this week. Makes all your glands go nuts. Here's a far-away and kind of blurry iPhone photo taken by a lovely young woman named Morgan:

Looks boring, I know. But it totally wasn't! He's moving around so much it's not boring. It's like watching a drummer. He's doing so many things at once. He's singing and playing one of these, twisting and flipping knobs, constantly pulling back his hands like he's just burned himself and collapsing behind his setup like his knees just gave out—collapsing with the beat.

"Computers!" he said at a particularly beautiful moment. Later, he ran off stage and came back with a towel and took off his glasses and wiped his face and said, "Towels!" And then, "It's about to get really sloppy in here." It got sloppy for at least one audience member, an audience member who also happens to excel in whistling, so much so that Wiesenfeld said, "Someone in this crowd went to college for whistling. That's a lot."

Someone else at the show, who happened to be Trent Moorman, added, "Someone sounds like a fucking orca whale in the crowd. Did you hear him? Jesus."

At the end of the set, some guy jumped onstage to high-five Baths, and then security guys materialized but, instead of escorting the guy off stage, just pushed him back into the crowd. Baths walked off stage and came right back. "I didn't want to wait super long and feel like a dick," he explained. "That whole thing is so weird," he added, about encores. "My encore steez is like 10 seconds."