They are never going to tear the roof off a place or whip anyone up into a frenzy – the secret to success with Beach House is to submit to them. Hand over your senses for an hour and let them do what they will with them. Once you do, it feels like that split-second between normality and oblivion when you have just been given a general anaesthetic. About number 7 when they ask you to count down from 10. The precise moment when the room turns swimmy like the beginning of a dream sequence in a film.

Tonight,Baltimore’s Beach House glide effortlessly through the stand out moments from their mesmerising Teen Dream album. Zebra, Walk In The Park, Norway and Used To Be all translate perfectly to the live setting, with Victoria Legrand’s newly sonorous vocals providing a fine counterpoint to the woozy looping organ, lazy drum rhythms and reverb drenched guitar. The only notable absence tonight is Wedding Bell, the opener to their 2008 album Devotion, though that record isn’t completely left behind as evidenced by an excellent sprawling version of Gila.

Those who do submit to Beach House tonight find themselves in a dream like state, not unlike that which Galaxie 500 had the power to induce in their audience. The trouble is that not everybody makes that sensory leap and those who don’t find themselves discussing their favourite flavour of Monster Munch crisps – which is to miss the point rather and which is irritating in the extreme when it’s right down your lughole.

Beach House Myspace is here.