“It’s about having fun in Munich, doing something for the hell of it,” DJ Mooner, head of Erkrankung Durch Musique records shouts in my ear. “And also showing people that there’re many other possibilities apart from beatmixing techno records.”

Out on the dancefloor, in the middle of a specially constructed boxing ring, a girl wearing a huge Brazilian headdress in a red bikini is battling it out against a masked fighter in a pink tiger-print wrestling outfit. Mooner triggers kung-fu samples to accompany each blow, until her opponent falls to the floor. Polly reaches into his costume and pulls out a string makeshift guts –Bavarian weisswurst sausages – before being set upon by a tag team wearing blue sequinned balaclavas. Fake blood flows liberally. Welcome to Zombocombo.  

The monthly event is without a doubt Munich’s best kept secret, put on for a small circle of friends and fans. It’s no surprise that they describe their night as “DIY-kunst, trash and performance.” Every event is like a mini-happening, complete with a particular theme, specially made costumes, and a show that verges on pantomime. As well as a jaw-droppingly exciting playlist that includes cosmic disco, German “NDW” new wave, punk-funk and surf-rock, live music gets a look-in. The one-year anniversary of the night was celebrated with a rawk-n-roll show in which Polly managed to play bass, lying down, whilst giving birth to DJ Kitt Bang (complete with blood, placenta, a worryingly realistic umbilical cord and giant one-metre forceps).           

  Next to the stage, the Zombocombo mascot is whirring away, a cement mixer covered in mirrors to look like a huge, rotating disco-ball. For one Euro, punters can pull out a numbered tennis ball to win prizes of widely varying levels of desirability. I walk away with a pair of second-hand shoes and a head buzzing with ideas. This is a long, long way from beatmixing techno records.