Jason Lindner produced his latest CD on Chick Corea's Stretch Records, just the right label for a young pianist who likes nothing better than roaring up and down the keyboard with his hands splayed in octaves, often at opposite ends. He hadn't brought his whole big band over from New York's Smalls club, but the pared-down quartet quickly found a depth that fitted the intimacy of the setting. Lindner, still in his 20s, can play very, very well, and his band are a tight-knit but generous bunch who match and spur each other in pace, volume and intensity.

There was no easy way into their first number, a lengthy Latin-influenced piece featuring Jimmy Greene on flute. The music remained stubbornly uncomfortable, Lindner jerky but precise, playing in fingerless gloves that steeped his digits to the required temperature. Soon he had warmed up sufficiently to whip off the gloves during a spot of prepared piano, one hand playing keys and the other piano strings. The band moved into a funkier, faster, more regular section that saw Lindner percussive in his use of hammered-out steps and grand, drunken chords. But he is as happy with dainty little ideas as giant leaps, whether delving into the minutiae of a speedy run or snatching away as if from a hot iron.

A lovely, muted finish to that piece was followed by a serene meditation, which Omer Avital introduced with a poignant melody on double bass. Lindner maintained the poise through the repetition of a two-tone phrase on piano, lulling our ears with persistence and simplicity. Later, Avital seized advantage of a hush to gambol soulfully through the sort of show-stopping solo that most bassists must secretly yearn for. In a slower, bluesy piece, which showed the band at its laid-back best, Greene revelled in ripe low notes on saxophone, enlivened by Lindner's fast trills.

Pizza Express now has its own orchestra, led by Tim Garland, also a Stretch man, but I suspect the full Lindner NYC band could give them a run for their money.

Ends tomorrow. Box office: 020-7439 8722.