There was something of a collective hangover at Eastbourne’s Winter Garden on Monday.

Animal Collective were rounding off a short jaunt to the UK to curate Minehead’s All Tomorrow’s Parties festival while a large proportion of the crowd were wearing the scars (and wristbands) of Brighton’s Great Escape festival.

Faced with the hypnotic squelch created by Animal Collective’s four twitching New Yorkers, others in the venue were even more puzzled – “What the hell’s this all about?” I heard one baffled barmaid joke to her colleague.

But it is the group’s stubborn, unorthodox approach (even at their most commercial they are spectacularly experimental) which makes them an interesting proposition.

Plonk them in an unfamiliar space and the curiosity is doubled.

My Girls, the band at their most instant, was conspicuous by its absence, and Summertime Clothes, another of the group’s more obvious creations, was unrecognisable, re-rendered for a grimy warehouse rave rather than a grand old site at the seaside.

That’s probably because the driving force behind the melodic material, Panda Bear, was behind the drum kit.

From there he dictated the dynamics and pace, slipped into tribal chops between tracks, relentlessly kept things ticking over and filled the vast space with his unyielding energy.

It made for an evening of hazy, shuffled dancing, with both the confused and the converted, in their own little way, mesmerised.