It was a moment of pure Fringe, when all the unhinged stars aligned, and a whole street spun unbalanced on its axis.
Wolfman Stuey was wailing and chanting over the top of Big Fat Raro's techno beats in the George St window of the Fringe Festival office, also known as the Black Box.
It was quite a racket.
A group of young people began to gyrate and spin, and flail their arms about.
Then the moment came - a man in a penguin suit wobbled by on his bicycle, helmet and all, stopped, and began his own bizarre bicycle-bound dance in the gutter.
And that was it - the apex of fringiness had been reached.
The Black Box is hosting performances, installations and what the festival organisers call ''just plain strangeness'' in the Civic Centre building during the festival.
Wolfman Stuey and Big Fat Raro wore odd gold caps, strange sunglasses and capes.
Their set included a twisted version of Gene Vincent's Be-Bop-A-Lula to Raro's alien soundscape, among other pieces.
