Held is the title of this stunning show that comes to us from the other side of the world. The title, I assume, refers to the fact that during much of the show, a photographer is on stage with a hand-held camera, and that through this medium, images of what we have just seen are held on the two giant screens on stage, giving us a short second chance to marvel again until the next image arrives. It's the dance equivalent of the instant action-replays you get in sport, except that these are quickly changing stills.

This is dance, but it's dance so athletic, so physical, so dangerous that it's only with the confirmation of the photographs that you can believe all you think you have seen. The dancers, all in black, have a martial arts feel about them - men and women both like warriors displaying their athleticism. There is a much used jump, a signature move for the choreographer Garry Stewart, in which the performers spin in the air while their bodies are stretched out parallel to the ground, yet manage to land in carefully choreographed poses. There are gentler periods too - an adagio bathed in a greenish light is very beautiful - but it's the excitement engendered by the remarkable in-flight poses that carries the show.

The dancers are dancing for us, but they're also dancing for the camera which shows them to us once more; so in a sense we are watching a photo-session in which we see the creation process and the finished result simultaneously. We note how brilliantly Lois Greenfield's camera catches the moment, and gasp at her images of flying dancers held for a moment in mid-air.