This Preacher’s Kid learned about the stirring power of the voice during her early childhood in rural Louisiana and Missouri, where the organs are dusty and the choirs the centerpieces of many a social custom. Today, Barwick is herself a music director of sorts, and her microphones and loop pedals compose a heavenly layer cake whose recipe is echoed in the cookbooks of Brian Eno or Arvo Pärt. She mixes this rich conceptual minimalism with the cozy homeliness of Sufjan Stevens, who appropriately released her 2011 album “The Magic Place” on his label Asthmatic Kitty. Since then, Barwick has performed in New York’s Guggenheim Museum, worked in the studio of the similarly ethereally-minded Sigur Ros, and lent her talent to Sharon van Etten’s masterpiece “Tramp.” Barwick’s performances are smartphone-free zones and invite unison, deep inhalations. They are transcendent experiences, lifting us far above earthly quarrels. The live interpretation of her new album “Will” will likely see most of Torstraße’s yoga studios remain empty.

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