Unlike Justin Timberlake, who's merely committed to "bringing sexy back", the Eagles of Death Metal will settle for nothing less than, as their album puts it, Death By Sexy. Which is how the semi-comical California boogie-rockers have come to be playing a women-only gig at a former strip club, with nothing but dinky cocktail tables separating bounteously moustachioed singer Jesse Hughes and 300 overjoyed fans.

You don't have to love the Eagles' single-entendre biker-rock to think this is an idea with potential. The atmosphere is unlike that of any other gig I've been at: fired-up like a hen party, the crowd is the dominant force, invading the stage at will and terrorising Hughes to the point that he begs them to sit down. But he's only reaping what he sowed, having spent the last hour extolling the incomparable sexiness of British girls: "Each and every one of you ladies is beautiful! We love you so hard!"

Queens of the Stone Age leader Josh Homme, who moonlights as the Eagles' drummer, isn't here tonight, leaving Hughes to front the show alone. He rises to the occasion, raucously piloting the band through elementary bump'n'boogie numbers such as Don't Speak (I Came to Make a Bang) and a leering cover of the Stones' Brown Sugar. He finishes the set clinging to a pole on a small satellite stage, pursued by girls intent on discovering whether he meant it when he said: "Every night is ladies' night with the Eagles of Death Metal!"

· At Zodiac, Oxford, tomorrow. Box office: 01865 420 042.