"Some ground rules," says Electric Six's Dick Valentine, by way of introduction. "If you touch me, I'll kill you. If you're a homo and you touch me, I'll kill you." This is, of course, a bit of japery from a band who owe much of their success to a single called Gay Bar.

Japes and satire are the cornerstones of this one-off show. Valentine's equine face, crowned by a ruff of brown fuzz, is deadpan throughout.

Setting his jokeometer to "satirical", he repeatedly warns against wandering hands and asks whether his band of "undecided voters" should cast their ballots for George Bush. He's certainly not just another pretty face, but it's hard to imagine any but the most smitten groupie actually wanting to touch him or his cronies, who have adopted mildly funny names such as Tait Nucleus.

Despite the sexual overtones, which spill over into the show with new tracks such as Vibrator, the Six are more geeky wiseguys than love objects. Still, geekiness has wangled them a longer run than most novelty bands. Even if they never have another hit, they'll get work on the student-disco circuit for the rest of their lives on the strength of Gay Bar ("I got something to put in you!/At the gay bar, gay bar, gay bar") and their debut single, Danger! High Voltage. Pop idiocy doesn't come much better.

Tragically, however, there are signs that they may not be content with this. Vibrator and other new songs, all of them terribly rocky, suggest that Valentine wants to move away from disco debauchery. Outrageously, the band whizz through the hits so quickly that there's barely time to work up a decent head of campness. There are whispers that their new album is "dark and macabre", but to go by this preview, they're best sticking with light and fizzy.