Art review Heady mix in which art gets into your head like music

A giant sound system towers against green mountains in Peter Doig's painting Maracas, while a tiny man stands on a speaker-stack to reveal the monstrous scale.

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It's a utopianor dystopian -daydream of what sound can be. Could the speakers broadcast enough sonic power, enough soul and love, to blast away reality? They are silent, of course; the mystery, the dread, lies in the expectancy.

Not any longer. House of Music, Doig's exhibition, or club, or festival, turns this painting into a manifesto, and cranks up the volume.

Doig's eerie paintings are set to a soundtrack of music from his personal collection of vinyl and played through enormous speakers, salvaged from old cinemas by his collaborator, Laurence Passera. These objects are sculptures in themselves, with gaping mouths of wood and metal that once boomed behind the screens of British picture houses and auditoriums in the golden age of cinema. Your body and head will be filled with Aretha Franklin, Kraftwerk, Black Truth Rhythm Band, Neil Young and the painter's other favourites - if it works, that is.

When I visited early, the speakers were silent; Passera climbing about in a chaos of wires and circuits, finalising the setup as if preparing for some legendary music festival such as Woodstock or Altamont.