If Pete Doherty was playing in Brighton on Wednesday night, I would have sworn I had walked into his gig by mistake.

In front of me a sassy-looking rock chick waved an adoring banner and behind me a gaggle of fans screamed: "We love you, Vince."

Not exactly normal comedy crowd behaviour. But then again, Boosh boys Noel Fielding and Julian Barrett are not exactly an ordinary double act.

Comedy's answer to rock 'n' roll, Fielding shimmied on stage sporting a spangle-tastic glitter ball suit, Abba-esque platform boots and girlie glam-rock hair.

Adored by swarms of young indie girls, he played Vince Noir, the giggly sidekick of Barrett's jazz-loving Howard Moon. After half an hour of silly banter, an absurd plot haphazardly unfolded.

Vince and Howard's boss - the mystical Naboo - is killed by a polo-eyed spearmint devil who leaps out of a strange box left at their antique shop in Hackney.

Rollo the gorilla explains the only way to bring Naboo back to life is with the Ruby of Kukundu which is hidden in the Arctic Tundra (or Spain) - he can't quite remember. Some time later, the Ruby is found.

It's ridiculous, surreal, juvenile, foolishness but irresistibly funny.

The twinkle in both Barrett and Fielding's eyes as they revel in their laughter-making is charming.

It's early days in their long UK tour and the show could do with some tightening up but, apart from that, this is pure genius of the silliest kind.