In the pouring rain at 5pm on Thursday fans queued to see the out of this world super group Fizz live at Chalk, and were taken on a journey to the absurd land of Fizzville where our spaceship had broken down and we had to sing music to get it working again.

Made up of four best friends Dodie, Orla Gartland, Martin Luke Brown and Greta Issac, Fizz is a fun, fruity and weirdly wonderful musical experience that brought out the inner silly in the whole crowd, but also broke our hearts with gut-wrenching and emotional themes.

“This is a full circle moment for us,” said Martin Luke Brown. Brighton’s a special place for Fizz – their first single was “High in Brighton”, and their first gig was in Brighton.

The band came on in a flourish, hit the ground running with High in Brighton. They all looked amazing, with Dodie sporting a green dress and corset, Martin Luke Brown with his incredible red boots, Orla Gartland with heart eye make-up and Greta Issac in frilly shorts and top combo. With Fizz, you come for the music and stay for the outfits. The crowd reflected this, as rows of coloured hair and wacky outfits jumped in unison.

They know how to work a crowd work and were perfect and entertaining but clearly professional. I had tears in my eyes l as they sang the ending of “Hell of a Ride” reflecting on life, death and friends. A personal highlight was “You, Me, Lonely”, and there was something beautiful about the flashlights on people’s phones coming on and the gentle sways as I was entranced by Dodie’s voice and the harmonies that followed. The song then transformed into a solo song by Dodie titled “Lonely Bones”.

They danced with each other, performed some bangers which had the whole crowd head bopping and came back on for an encore of “The Secret to Life”. And, since we are Brighton, we were treated to another rendition of our town anthem before they ran off stage – as quickly as it started, it ended, and the post show blues kicked in.

Fizz has set the bar super high. Gigs are going to have to work hard to be as good as this.

Martha Bolt