Frankly, what’s not to like? Long, leggy women in fishnets and pumped, ripped guys wearing fishnet vests.

You don’t even need a story – just some great songs, a switched-on band, a lot of flesh and you’re smokin’...

And that, as they say, is Chicago – a musical that pulses with sex, murder and a lawyer so oily he’s like the King of Shaves.

Of course, none of the above makes it – necessarily – a great night out, but in this instance, corruption, sexploitation, greed, stabbings, poisonings and shootings make it irresistible. And, believe it or not, a great family night out to boot.

Showcasing the brilliant choreography of the late, great Bob Fosse and the music and songs of John Kander and Fred Ebb (New York, New York), this is a show that since first premiering in 1975 has been much copied but never bettered.

Set in America’s Windy City during Prohibition era, the story concerns two women, Velma Kelly and Roxie Hart, who both murder their lovers. In a story as old as time (or at least the last 100 years), it soon becomes clear it’s not the crime that matters but newspapers it sells.

Consequently, thanks to smooth-as-a-beaver lawyer Billy Flynn, the two killers become overnight celebrity sensations and take the city by storm.

As to this particular production, it delivers; not brilliantly but well enough to justify ticket prices. It’s funny, smart, knowing and, with the exception of its final production number, beautifully executed.

Needless to say, it also oozes sex appeal like a slowly dripping honeycomb, and the tight, taut company deliver lascivious performances.

True, the story may be lacking (and it does boast a great story), but it can be forgiven this oversight in lieu of its nod, wink and lick of the lips to an audience who, on this occasion at least, were hooked from the start.