Behind a screen projecting bizarre, writhing visuals that morphed with the same fluidity as his music, Steve Ellison (aka Flying Lotus) blew through highlight after highlight from his old albums, Until The Quiet Comes, Cosmogramma, and perhaps more importantly his sophomore breakthrough, Los Angeles. That last one, of course, is named after Flying Lotus’ hometown, and this performance felt like a grand homecoming as he gets ready to drop one of the most anticipated albums of the year. Early on he tossed in the cheery melody that plays when you win a battle in Final Fantasy. It felt like the perfect place for it. For a set that often feels like an attack, he was confident enough to predict his victory.