This stimulating show was surprising in so many ways. Not least because each time you started to think you had finally “got it”, something would change your mind.

After a rousing opening Slovakian folk-song chorus, Simon Thierrée carried his fiddle over to one side to provide the bizarre soundtrack, some of which was recorded and some composed on the spot.

In an hour – largely seemingly inspired by fairytales, although it wouldn’t do to make assumptions – the five expressive dancer-actor-friends tangled with and pursued each other around the bare space. No scenery, no props, just their magical moves and intimate interactions freed the mind and tickled the senses.

One highlight was when the smallest, lithest performer of all cavorted coquettishly around to the song Oh What A Lover, slapping his thighs in his desperation to be loved. Exhausted at last by what he’d been forced by the music to do, he collapsed in a heap, to a cascade of laughter and applause.

Pinning down exactly why this off-the-wall show should have been quite so enchanting verged on the impossible, but you’ll just have to take the word of someone who was there. An absolute joy. Simple as that.