It was more like a cruise ship concert which featured the greatest hits of Frankie Valli and his band, with four male vocalists, men and women dancers, and with no attempt at a plot - just the music seasoned (if you pardon the pun) with random factoids about the man and the group.
Each singer takes lead parts and each manages the falsetto almost as well as the original.
In Sarah McPartlan's review of the show for Musical Theatre Musings she writes "In order for a tribute act to be successful not only do they need to be able to sing the music but they at least need to be able to emulate some of the star power that the original person/band has. Unfortunately, this is what New Jersey Nights lacks. There was no oomph, energy or star power within the show and as a result, it felt lacklustre and at times a little dull despite the hit songs being played."
Strangely, a moment where the show took wings was when it went wrong. The lead singer must have misheard his cue and started so high that the song collapsed after a few bars. "You were so high only a dog could hear you" one of the singers said, and the audience roared with laughter. And the show reached across the footlights and really connected.
And most of us were amazed how many of the songs we remembered and we felt right at home in what Jennifer Lee for The Irish Times called "all the cheesy cruise-ship glory of the 1960s and disco ball lighting".
The songs were great and the women dancers showed they could rock the house singing 'Da Do Ron Ron' and' Be My Baby.' With 'Oh What a Night,' 'Sherry' and 'Walk Like a Man' in there, along with many more, the band got the audience on their feet and the evening took off.
It wasn't Jersey Boys but the vibe of the evening was that the audience left feeling they had had a good time, listening to songs that have sold more than a hundred million records.