Any reservations I had about an art-house cinema as a music venue were quickly dispelled. Kathryn Williams' melodic, folksy tunes were perfectly suited to the intimate and - given lack of lights throughout - low-key setting.

At seven months pregnant, and by her own admission huge, you did wonder how Williams would manage to balance yet alone strum her acoustic guitars. But she not only coped, she excelled.

The clarity of her voice was astonishing and, accompanied by a Spanish guitar and cello, the music took on an almost ethereal quality.

With some artists this could have sounded twee but with her disarming frankness and deadpan anecdotes, extolling such charms as the M62 and "gone-to-seed" exes, Williams avoided sentimentality.

Her climactic rendition of Hallelujah was truly spine-tingling and had the packed audience on their feet saluting this Scouse songstress.