THERE should definitely be an entry requirement for seeing Noel Fielding.

Before you go in, ask yourself three questions. Have you seen The Mighty Boosh? Have you seen Luxury Comedy? (It’s okay if you haven’t, even Fielding himself acknowledges its small audience.) Thirdly, are you prepared to just go with whatever is thrown at you?

If the answer to two or more of these questions is yes, you are ready. However, even the most die-hard of fans may still be taken aback by how hallucinogenic some sequences can become. “Yep, this is happening,”Fielding tells his audience, completely deadpan, before launching back into a section of his show that I shall call “chicken boy”, in which Fielding is himself a – you guessed it – “chicken boy”. That feeling of confusion takes the audience member by the glittery hand, as it almost serves as the only constant in Thursday's show.

Fielding’s actual stand-up set dwells for too long on each joke to make the best impact. However, from half an hour into the show, it is clear that the evening will no longer be just stand-up. Fielding converses with The Moon, his estranged wife (played by the brilliant Michael Fielding), and her triangle lover, before being “kidnapped” in the second half.

Here the show becomes a pantomime experience, with characters dropping in to help find Noel, and the audience interaction leading to even a large audience singalong. It’s bizarre, at points terrifying, it’s very Noel Fielding.