Welcome back former Orlando resident Kayleigh Baker. If you’ve heard it, you know it: the spine-climbing ache of a howl alternating with a recoiling growl that seems to knock your heart to the ground and Baker’s eyes into a witch’s trance. It’s the stuff of revivalist snake dances or moonlit strange fruit, depending on the side of the mood you’ve wandered into. You can never be too sure. Nor can Baker.

With a booming voice reminiscent of Adele, yet a songwriting sensibility that’s tougher and wiser than many out there, Baker’s rough-and-tumble blues mantra sizzles when you throw in her jazzy sound.