Hidden around the back of the bar, past The Curtin's kitchen, sits an innocent-looking red door. Confused punters mill about as the advertised time for doors to open comes and goes. Brash types eventually burst through the red door to enter up the winding staircase. The place feels like a haunted old attic set up for a wicked slumber party. Clever Austin chills out cross-legged on the floor of the stage, working the decks on a comfortable-looking cushion. The crowd stands bobbing and swaying to the Hiatus Kaiyote drummer's meditative beats. Nai Palm herself ducks in and out of the green room to groove along a little to her bandmate's tunes. Long-haired blonde girls are seen discussing whether or not Nai Palm's side undercut could possibly work for them. The following questions are pondered: does she have tats on both sides of her head? Is she wearing mismatched earrings? Clever Austin finishes up his zoned-out beats that evoke a cool, rainforest-like Zen.

On stage, Nai Palm arranges the tall potted palms to the left and right of a solitary microphone stand. Guitar in hand, she begins by confessing her love for Stevie Wonder as the man who inspired her evident vocal talent. Nai Palm's vocals are powerful and bewitching. She sings with her head thrown back, eyes wild, face contorting with the effort of belting out such forceful sounds. Her fingers move furiously up, down and around her guitar. Nai Palm plays new tracks and shares the songwriting process by debuting one she's still tinkering around with. The crowd gets happily involved in her beautiful cover of Stevie Wonder's My Cherie Amour.

Nai Palm ends the set by proudly singing the Grammy-nominated Nakamarra… Seriously, why did this gifted Melburnian NOT get a parade down Swanston Street upon her return home? Not that the smitten crowd care; the sweet way in which she looks bashfully down at her feet, upon the conclusion of each gorgeous song, makes us all fall in love with her.