Meandering and magnificent, Laura Marling's music defies all expectations: rooted in both the '60s U.K. folk revival of Bert Jansch and '70s Laurel Canyon singer/songwriter requiem of Joni Mitchell, pouring out of a singular 25-year-old figure with translucent skin, sculpted features and white-blond locks who happens to belong to the English gentry (her father, a recording engineer, is the fifth Marling Baronet). Laura was 17 when she recorded her debut Alas, I Cannot Swim, a precious, precocious introduction to an unmistakable talent; it was nominated for the 2008 Mercury Prize, awarded annually to the best album in the British Isles, a spot she now has practically reserved for her (2010 follow-up I Speak Because I Can and 2013 blossoming Once I Was an Eagle both received the same honor). Feel free to call a fourth for Short Movie (Ribbon Music), her most mystical, slippery platter to date. Parts of it are awash in Nick Drake's pink moonlight, wafting in and out like a scent that triggers a memory; others are nigh aggressive, Marling's voice changing form from solid one minute to fluid or gaseous the next. "Strange" finds her talking somersaults over a very Led Zeppelin III hard strum, intonation gymnastics that make you wish she voiced every audiobook ever. Two tracks later comes the spidery, finger-picked "Easy," and a rich vocal spread thick as French butter; one track after that, the female-fronted Dire Straits of "Gurdjieff's Daughter." "I'm going back east, where I belong," the Los Angeles transplant sings on "How Can I." Short Movie proves she can go where she pleases. Hestina opens. Tickets $15 in advance, $18 at the door.