Sunday, 9 August 2009
FESTIVAL REVIEW: Camille O'Sullivan: The Dark Angel * * * * *
Camille O'Sullivan: The Dark Angel * * * * *
Saturday 8 August 2009
Aug 6-31 (ex Tuesdays)
Everyone can see her knickers, and absolutely no one is complaining.
French-Irish siren Camille O' Sullivan is still as uninhibited as always, combining raunch, laughs and fishnets with that throaty, exceptional voice, and a stellar song catalogue to boot.
Sequin dresses hang overhead and drape across mic stands and speakers as a corset-clad Camille works an audience in love, flirting and flaunting and falling into the laps of her adorers. Raucous as she is delicate, the seductress stumbles and stomps about clinging hilariously to a bottle of wine before fragiley letting her hair down, pin-by-pin, and baring her soul with tear-flushed eyes to Dillie Keane's Look Mommy, No Hands.
Camille proves she can absolutely hold her own on Tom Waits' Misery is the River, Nick Cave's The Ship Song, David Bowie's Rock 'n' Roll suicide, and certainly with Kirsty MacColl's In These Shoes, where she insists, while donning shiny red shoes to match her knickers, 'let's do it here.' I think half the room would have, as all are transfixed by all of that wit, legs and lipstick. Saucy, unmissable stuff.
Also published on www.edfestmag.com