Billed as 'a freewheeling walk through sonic spaces', the Brighton Festival Guest Director strutted her stuff for a promenade through dreamy soundscapes drenched in delay, reverb and dry ice.

Her violin was joined by pianist Nik Bartsch and guitarist Eivind Aarset.

There was much knob twiddling with three heads bowed to music stands and computer screens.

Conversation was minimal. "I was thinking about you, then I wasn't thinking about you." Anderson floated her spoken poetic lyric, allowing it to drift and muse with longer pauses than Pinter.

The audience was small, 400 or so, and the response mixed. Some left, some slept, some got to their feet at the end, euphoric. Lou Reed sang a vocal on Junior Dad, which was as close to singing as the evening got. 

No one talked about 'the difficulties and intricacies of writing (songs)'. After a brief conversation early on between the musicians regarding song titles, the idea was forgotten. Did it matter? - no.

Could the compositions be called songs? - contentious. 'Song as a Place' was a strap line. Those 'sonic spaces' were often exquisite and exploratory, and if the listener could remain open and receptive the 90 minute walk was it's own reward.