Fischerspooner is definitely on to something. They have to be because somehow the duo of Warren Fischer and Casey Spooner did not play a lick of live music last Thursday at Avalon. They managed to treat the 1,000+ East German-looking fashionistas and scenesters to one of the most surreal and mesmerizing spectacles in recent memory.

For the uninitiated, here’s the lowdown: Fischer and Spooner live in New York, play techno-clash that borders on cheesy, are on to Capitol Records and have become a word-of-mouth sensation around the world based on their live shows.

And as for Fischerspooner’s first ever Boston gig, they pulled out all the stops, showing why you either have to love ’em or hate ’em.

The audience was treated not to a performance, but rather, performance art. Tracks from their debut, #1 were pumped through the sound system as Spooner, dressed in black couture, platinum wig and Madonna-style microphone headpiece, played floor-general to a supporting cast of backup singers (one fat and one thin), dancers (four girls and one guy) and oh-so-fabulous costumes (think underwear and lots of feathers).

From the beginning, it was obvious that Spooner was lip-synching there is no way to digitally alter a voice into sounding like 3 different robots during a live performance without black magic. But the audience seemed too shocked by the spectacle of Fischerspooner to mind. The dance numbers were enchanting, Spooner’s made-up eyes were hypnotic and the male dancer’s use of fake blood was just kind of weird.

The thing that really amuses, though, is the act between songs. The vaguely dark music, dress and facial expressions of Spooner work to create goth undertones, which Spooner deliberately smashes by addressing the crowd like a Pre-Op Hedwig.

‘How are you guys doing!’ Spooner yelled in his finest nasal pitch, following with, ‘So, who here likes the Red Sox!’ and giving a shout-out to J. Lo.

The truest test of Fischerspooner’s grip on the crowd was that they played their single, ‘Emerge,’ twice and nobody cared. ‘Looks good, sounds good, feels good too,’ goes the song’s refrain that perfectly describes Fischerspooner’s bizarre circus-act.