Spiegel Dance Theatre, Lighthouse, Poole

MOMENTS throughout this explosive performance left the audience reeling.

The beginning sequence confronted us with dancers playing a Russian Roulette with each other, one "sleeping" dancer by chance dodging the other's violent stamps.

As the piece progressed, the stakes were upped. Plaster bricks were introduced and thrown high in the air before being caught by another, just in the nick of time, while occasional tiny white feathers drifted down, as if a sign of guardians above.

Breathtaking sequences were executed with faultless timing. Athletic, violent movement that would have even the most reluctant dance fan held in raptured awe.

There was brilliant comic timing too, and interesting moments of audience interaction, including a woman in the front row impul- sively blowing in order to sustain a small white feather from floating to the ground.

The most logical conclusion to a dance piece I have ever seen involved the dancers completely disrobing, leaving their clothing suspended on large hooks, then quietly leaving the stage, against a backdrop of Armageddon red sky.