On their last visit, two years ago, this company was impressive; this time their show was a disappointment. Choreographer Itzik Galili has won a lot of awards, and is involved in the Olympics opening ceremony. In his Sombrisa, stark, unflattering shafts of light pierce the gloom to show, or not show, the dancers. The interminable, repetitive Drumming Part 1, by Steve Reich, actually makes a suitable background for this lacklustre work, that, until the end, looks like a PE class, with the dancers on parade in rows. For some reason the men are in white shirts, black bow-ties, brief black shorts and boxing gloves. It looks as though the referee has put on some gloves and got in the ring without his trousers. The girls wear boxing gloves too (pictured), making them look like graceful amputees.

Carmen? (the question mark is justified here) is Finnish choreographer Kenneth Kvarnstrom’s attempt to pay a contemporary tribute to Bizet’s operatic melodrama. Seven men hint at all the main roles, including the bull, in a long series of dances that seem intended to send up traditional Cuban machismo. They wiggle their tongues and flap their hands. To the Toreador’s song they wave red underpants in their teeth. It’s meant to be funny, and some of the humour does work — I liked all seven hopping across the stage, each hanging on to the leg of the man in front of him.

And so to Mambo 3XX1. Sounds promising? George Cespedes has the dancers back in lines again. Performing in front on a dull black backdrop does not help to create the exciting atmosphere one would hope for. The dancers are in street clothes, which bring a touch of colour here and there, and eventually they loosen up and pair off. There are same-sex and also boy-girl duos, and they react to the lively music with energy.

This company could really deliver the goods if they were given some decent goods to deliver.