She’s as gobby as the Gallaghers, as wayward as Winehouse, and she makes three-minute punk-pop songs that are oh so perfect. Ida Maria – at just 23-years-old – creates music that sounds like Bjork backed by Blondie, or Janis Joplin joining The Jam, or Billie Holiday sitting in with The Strokes. Live, she’s a manic, crazed, whirling dervish, slam-dancing around the stage, screaming at the top of her register and all but trashing her guitar against the speaker stack.

Ida admits to going “absolutely fucking mad” when she plays gigs. Once she cracked her ribs so badly she couldn’t walk for a month; another time she head-butted a bass guitar with such force that blood gushed down her head for the rest of the gig. She thought it was red wine chucked from the moshpit.

“Being on stage feels natural to me in the way nothing else does,” she says. “It’s physical. Every time I play live I want to challenge myself. I go into a trance. I want to live the music with my whole body. Playing live should be hard, physical work, like being a fisherman or a carpenter. You should put everything you’ve got into it.”