Hair, Gate, London

Kramer's young cast, with dyed punky-hippie topknots, are terrifically vibrant and in-yer-face too, sprawling and begging front-row kisses.

The teasing is nicely done and the kit-off orgiastic routines retain an amusing innocence - with the S&M accessories only tongue-in-cheek.

Golda Rosheuvel and Kevin Wathen (pictured) deserve special mention for fab singing and swagger, along with Ann Yee's writhing choreography.

It must be said their execution outshines the material. You'd have to be high as a kite to think Ragni and Rado's trippy lyrics weren't guff.

Galt MacDermot's tunes aren't great either and Kramer's update - with references to Prozac and Abu Ghraib - make a fudge of sociologically distinct eras. Still, his visual flare, raw edge and technical aplomb give the night a buzz.

To 8 October, 020 7229 0706