There is, in all possibility, a Yiddish term for trying to sing in new, spectacularly high-heeled shoes and resorting to displaying them on the piano instead.

Star Rating: ****

There is, in all possibility, a Yiddish term for trying to sing in new, spectacularly high-heeled shoes and resorting to displaying them on the piano instead. There may even be a song about it, and if there isn't, the Yiddish Song Project are the very midwives to bring it into the world.

Meantime, the shoes' owner, Stephanie Brickman, can console herself with some of the Chicken Soup Freylekhs she served here. Brickman and her colleagues, clarinettist Jo Nicholson and pianist-accordionist Phil Alexander, cook up a whole world of troubles, hope, love and homespun philosophy in their repertoire.

From the Yiddish song that almost everyone knows, thanks to the Andrews Sisters, Bay Mir Bist Du Sheyn, to their own settings of poems, Brickman holds forth with authority and sympathy to Nicholson's quicksilver lines and Alexander's fingering of keys, squeezing of bellows and exploration of the piano's innards, all to great effect.

There's deep sadness but much light-heartedness, too, and the merging of My Yiddishe Mama with Peggy Lee's Woman is a particularly nice touch in a show that will move and entertain equally, given half a chance, tomorrow and Saturday.