Four accomplished actors earned their keep in this dynamic production of John Godber's play about club life in the 1980s.

The stage is populated – not to say polluted – by 20 different characters, all performed by the hyper-active bouncers. They sweated like racehorses.

Because this is a graceless play it can be funny to watch four men at the urinal, but only for a minute or two.

Bad comedy never knows when to stop and this gag went on and on and any male past 15 could predict the jokes.

Repetition is the gravestone of this play and its second half sank entirely into mimicry of itself. This might be a good one-act play but no more.

The cast made of it more than it deserves. They brought rhythmic force to their role changes and moved like monsters of the night.

They were especially impressive as girls – Keith Hukin and Kivan Dene brilliantly, vulgarly feminine. David Walker as Judd captured the dull violence of it all.

Eric, marvellously played by Richard Marriott, gets five serious monologues to show he is more sensitive than the rest.

But ultimately the play covertly celebrates all it pretends to condemn.