No storyline here, it’s simply a straightforward celebration of the King of Pop’s dazzling repertoire, and it works because so many of his songs and their funky basslines are crying out to be moved to.

This cast does just that with brilliant choreography and mind-blowingly boundless energy.

The first half’s disco tunes recreate a party under the glitterball you are just itching to be at, with some of the men, unusually for the stage, in outfits as tight as the women.

We are kept waiting for the best, with no moonwalking until the second half, when it brings whoops of delight from the audience.

And it’s not until nearly the end we are given Beat it, with David Jordan expertly bringing every trademark Jacko move together, sliding across the floor as if it had been greased.

The narration feels odd, as if they have to convince us of Jackson’s worthiness, but the unique dancing and hit songs covering four decades are enough to do that on their own, and surely if we needed convincing we wouldn’t be there.

Also bizarre is the mix of five Michaels – one a white rocker and one a woman (who sounded most like him of them all). Is this simply to show his vast range, or to show the many sides of the man, whose music certainly transcended genres?

Unsurprisingly after making it to last year’s semi-final of The Voice, Cleo Higgins (Cleopatra, comin at ya) is outstanding as one of the lead vocalists.

But every bit as much the star of the show is dancer Chloe Ferns, who unfailingly gives it her all throughout.

With such a first-rate cast and visuals it is clear to see why this show has lasted five years on the West End, and been extended another seven months until April 2015. It runs here until Saturday.