Don’t worry that KlangHaus appears under the music section of the fringe programme. This live gig by noise-art collaborators the Neutrinos and Sal Pittman is pure theatre. Or at least live art. “That was weird,” somebody announced on the way out. It is – weirdly wonderful.

What makes the show so interesting is the way it it feels as if the walls of the space and the music – everything from electronica to soft lamentation – are genuinely in dialogue with each other. The disused part of Summerhall where KlangHaus is performed used to be a small-animal hospital, and the history of the space and the performance inform each other right to the final disappearing act. The ghosts crowd in.

The show – and it’s a show where animation and illusion each play a part – takes that on board. You hear the constant banging of a cage door, see paper birds suspended as if they have escaped, glimpse plastic rabbits with bleeding throats. You might come across a caged human, or think you can detect the squeak of a frightened animal behind the music. Cupboards are labelled “topical preparations” and “dental ointment”. “She’s a butcher of common sense …” goes one of the lyrics.

Don’t expect some kind of immersive, Punchdrunk experience; KlangHaus is far more understated, and the performance is nuanced rather than spelled out. But, from the initial journey up in the lift, it is always a bit of adventure, in which the spaces become a series of rabbit holes, exploding with music around which we are cleverly herded like a flock of small, slightly bemused sheep. But not to slaughter: light plays gently across the walls, rooms open up from behind dazzling lights and figures are half-glimpsed, as if in a dream. You emerge, blinking into the light, like a dozy guinea pig, not quite sure what you have seen and heard.

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