This new version, care of Godber's Hull Truck Theatre home, emerged in 1998 as a 21st anniversary celebration of the original. It features updated cultural references - to Robbie Williams, S-Club 7, etc - though the premise remains the same. It's Friday night, the weekend's gathering speed and the only place to be is the Mr Cinders' nightclub where the bouncers hold all the power.
Godber himself joins the four-strong cast - accompanied by Andrew Dunn, Zach Lee and Andrew Dennis - who render the muscle-bound doormen, intent on averting (or in some cases instigating) a "conflict situation", as well as a pantheon of 20-odd characters, from the gaggle of lipsticked birds dancing round their handbags to raucous punks, stag nighters, over-the-hill limelighters, slimy deejays and, of course, the group of lager-swilling libido-revved lads on the pull.
All four performers are adept at assuming their various personae, and the result is a clutch of very funny set-pieces scattered throughout Gareth Tudor Price's well-choreographed production - not least the blokes fretting over their toiletries and myriad candidates for the Ministry of Funny Dances. But giggles aside, it's hard not to leave Bouncers feeling a tad unsatisfied - there's just not enough there to sate the dramatic appetite.
The slice-of-life vignettes are bitty, superficial and ultimately aimless - or at any rate, devoid of plot. And the intermittent grave interludes in the form of Lucky Eric's speeches, primarily concerning the exploitation of young women, left me feeling uneasy and manipulated. They smack of liberal afterthought, as if Godber were attempting to compensate for spending the other 90% of the play's running time sending up the good-time characters with a scant few minutes of judgmental pity.
But maybe I'm being a killjoy; few others in the audience seemed in the least concerned with Bouncers' dark underbelly. On the evening I attended, the stalls were populated by a crowd very much "Friday night" themselves, nipping out to the bar, guffawing loudly and chanting along to the musical numbers.
For my money, you'll find better evidence of multi-tasking talent in the Irish two-hander Stones in His Pockets and a more poignant portrayal of youthful follies and nightclub angst in the musical A Slice of Saturday Night.
Still, it's hard to argue with longevity, an area where Bouncers has more than earnt its stripes. And if you want evidence that the play is reaching cult status of a Rocky Horror ilk, you need look no further than the front row ladies sporting their bouncers' bow ties.