"I wish I could bottle the reverb in this building," said PG Six, staring up into the midnight blue dome with its gold painted stars and planets. "The untapped resources of Brighton"

Visually and acoustically you couldn't have asked for a more perfect gig venue than the Grade I-listed St Andrew's church, and never mind the lack of facilities - you knew the set was about to start when the performers put down their beer glasses in the pub over the road and headed for the door.

Apparently it's traditional not to pay much attention in church, but all three performers on Wednesday held me rapt. Liane Hall is already one of the shining lights of the Brighton scene, her country-tinged vocals swirling in whirlpools of melancholy created by an electric guitar and a looping pedal.

Less familiar was 30 Pounds Of Bone, a sort of cross between Alasdair Roberts and Mike Skinner, whose drone-folk laments spoke of rubbish jobs and exes. On the evidence of the title track, his debut album The Homesick Children Of Migrant Mothers is a must-have for nu-folk followers.

As for PG Six, the New York singersongwriter had left the harp, hurdygurdy and Hammond at home but proved himself one of the best acoustic guitarists I've ever seen, rocking gently in his seat as his fingers picked out taut melodies glistening with vibrato or laid down a slouching, Crazy Horse pulse.

While his voice was a dead ringer for Neil Young on the high notes, his phrasing was all Bill Callaghan, each line drooping with doom as he sung of whiskey, the devil and long-lost loves. A super-slow cover of Jeffrey Cain's Not I The Seed was chilling and heartbreaking by equal measure. In the dim light of the church, the drawn-out version of his own lo-fi romantic should-be classic The Dance seemed to make time stand still.