David Shrigley, who recently described Kemp Town as being full of "lunatics", also said that he suspects Hove, on the other hand, is not.

Problem in Brighton soon saw to that as The Old Market stage is taken over by a band whose numbers include a song about the many different kind of shoes that exist in the world and a shouty ditty whose only lyrics were "Michael Gove" and "Jacob Rees-Mogg".

The show is described as an "alt-rock pantomime", but it is more of a comedy rock gig. Yes, there was a little slapstick as vocalist Stephan Kreiss was hit on the back of the head repeatedly, and there were off-the-wall additions like Pauline Knowles pretending to play a car exhaust.

But it was predominantly song after song with no storyline to speak of. The blurb advised “There will be a mosh pit” and that we should "Bring ear plugs and an open mind".

There is no mosh pit, just a few people rocking out and dancing here and there. And as for an open mind, there are times I wondered whether psychedelic substances might be more appropriate.

Musically, the band perform well, though the songs are simple, played on one-string guitars and lead by dry, comedic poetry turned into lyrics. In the darkest moments, lines like "I will eat the human corpse" and "One day we will all be dead" are delivered in the most robotic, deadpan manner imaginable.

The entire show was unapologetically quirky and baffling, a little bit like if the David Firth’s Salad Fingers animations were turned into a live concert. One song warned, among other things, "Don’t sleep in the garden shed, grandad’s in there, and he’ll kick you in the head," in a way that was characteristically eccentric.

It was funny in parts, most notably when the band broke into a catchy song about Stephan’s mum not being allowed in the band.

At other times, it's just not particularly intelligent. A derogatory song about the Queen is played against a backdrop of a Shrigley cartoon of Elizabeth II with flies coming out of her eyes, feeling sadly unprogressive.

But judging by shrieks of laughter coming from pockets of the crowd, some people lapped up every word.