Stomp filled around 90 minutes with powerful beats using rubbish and cleaning tools, reminding me of how much rhythm is all around us, should we choose to open our ears to it.

Any kid knows the wicked fun to be had from drumming their heel against a chair leg. That same sense of playfulness started the moment the Stompers ushered themselves on stage using a set of brooms.

They pulled out all the stops to form a riotous stainless-steel sink band and struck up a rustling rapport with a set of matchboxes.

A lot of thought must have gone into choosing the props – I loved the belly-bashing beat the scary-looking crew squeezed out of some water dispenser bottles, as well as the uplifting and quite beautiful sound they got from different sized lengths of plastic tubing.

The staging, too, was masterful, comprising a mishmash of recovered and bangable artefacts two storeys high.

The cast were not only percussionists and dancers – they also had fantastic mime and acting skills which they used, along with their immaculate timing, to inject humour into what turned out to be a strangely thought-provoking evening.