Perky porn and loads of laughs

Forget your Full Monty-style teasing and withholding. From the first fabulous number Gratuitous Nudity ('There's no crudity or prudity ... Just gratuitous nudity') the dongs are out and boy, are they dangling.

Funny thing is, the material and performances are so wonderful, you forget about them after a while.

Naked Boys Singing is a bellylaugh cabaret trawling through all the bizarre byways of nudity. There's The Bliss Of A Bris, in which a baby due for circumcision (JJ Cris, fantastic) thinks it's fab the whole family is standing round sighing over his schmeckel.

There's the gorgeous Perky Porn Star From Illinois (Mark Marson, excellent) who just can't believe he's getting paid for getting laid. But there's also a sly critique of the 'perfection addiction' of gay culture : 'The guys of today, I'd ditch'em - just give me Robert Mitchum,' sings a gymqueen.

The gags whizz by, the six-strong cast are all superb singing actors, the production is slickness itself, and there's plenty to please the eye. Who could ask for more?

Naked Boys Singing!