As the speakers blare ‘We Are the Champions’, the curtains pull apart and lights shine onto the faces of the enthusiastic crowd. One boy has already been expelled from the venue, while many others boisterously await the arrival of The King Khan and BBQ Show. Finally, the stage lights up. The King stands tall, a golden cape covering his naked torso. Meanwhile, BBQ, adorned with a silver turban and feather, sits behind the drums. Both of them sport some fine sparkly leggings.

But there was barely time to take in their extravagant appearances before the music began. For the next hour or so, these Montreal based musical veterans embarked upon a crazy, entertaining, amazing and mildly inappropriate musical thoroughfare. King Khan and BBQ Show are an unbeatable combination.

I tried to keep up with the track names, but each individual song blended with the next, with the only seams being the men bantering amongst themselves. But, I do know that the set included the songs "Mind Body and Soul" and "Tastebuds", as well as a few instrumentals. Somehow, these men were able to be completely dominant, over the top characters, whilst still balancing each other out. Mark Sultan, aka BBQ, lives up to the praise he gets from all around the world, while King Khan sustains his place in my books as one of the best performers I’ve ever seen (King Khan and the Shrines are ah-mazing).

Even aside from the costumes, the quirks of the show were endless: epic tangents of cartoon-voice conversation, continuously taking this piss out of Xavier Rudd and even playing the guitar with a beer bottle. There was still beer in the bottle, and the poor patron who lent it to Mr Khan got it poured all over him afterwards. They got everyone clapping and everyone dancing, and if their facial expressions were anything to go by, they are really, really passionate about their music.

The call for an encore was inevitable and unanimous, and the men were more than happy to oblige. This time, BBQ emerged wearing a pink octopus on his head, and he stood up to join King Khan at front of stage.

Well, I had never seen so much microphone sucking, vulgar gestures or references to labia in a gig before. But, somehow, they pulled it off. This pair of near-middle aged men combine doo-wop and punk and comedy in a most unique, interesting and thoroughly entertaining way.

If you can ever catch them, do it.