Nordic Giants were saying goodbye to Brighton, their adopted town in recent years, before they seek a new home in Europe.

The show was called Spirit, and the 60-minute performance used every means technological and theatrical in an attempt to communicate on more than the conventional gig level.

The audience stood in wonder as their eyes were bombarded with a series of powerful films clips, animated, action and narrative, while their ears held the dramatic soundtrack played live by the two Giants.

It was like discovering Aztec warriors (the costumes) performing a ritual in a petrified forest of artificial trees (the set).

A mutant Pet Shop Boys, the strobe lighting flickered across the crazed Keith Moon-like drummer while his partner concocted the brew. They had promised to push the boundaries even higher and made every effort to do so.

Among the strangeness there was the familiar but one vital ingredient was missing - warmth.

No spoken links, no obvious breaks between instrumental pieces, made for a removed experience which was clearly not the message of the band's healing philosophy.

Perhaps because of the epic nature of their endeavour the journey had to be cold and somewhat pretentious.

It did make for an adventurous hour that was nothing less than very entertaining.