During the introductory talk for this concert, American drum virtuoso Dave Weckl said he had spent the past seven years perfecting a new arm/wrist technique that enables him to play with even more power and speed. For anyone who has seen him thundering away behind Chick Corea, this seemed a far-fetched claim. Nevertheless, the gig's opening moments were enough to silence the sceptics. Weckl now seems to be scaling Buddy Rich-like heights, and his rolling, graceful attack comes imbued with the kind of thumping velocity beloved of the world's loudest heavy metal drummers.

Weckl is not the only stunning technician on stage. Bassist Tom Kennedy, keyboard player Steve Weingart and saxophonist Gary Meek carve up the spotlight fairly equally, and the set contains compositions by each of them. As is often the case with top-flight instrumentalists, their grasp of tune-craft is more workmanlike than inspired. Weingart's Mesmerise begins with a squelching morass of ethnic samples, before Weckl ushers in a fast hi-hat groove. The saxophone and keyboards trade mighty licks, the time signatures shift and mutate, and the whole thing sounds like a heavier version of electronics-era Earthworks.

For much of the rest of the evening, musical touchstones remain familiar and predictable; a bit of Weather Report here, some Corea there, the odd excursion into Latin territory. Weingart's mix of analogue and digital synth sounds recalls the jazz-rock music of the 1970s and 1980s respectively, but there is nothing particularly contemporary, let alone futuristic.

In the absence of innovation or quirkiness, the band fall back on the power of their chops. Passages of traded fours sound like armies exchanging gun-fire, and Weckl wails through potentially pregnant pauses as if laying low simply isn't an option. When you've practised something for seven years it must be hard not to show it off.