Hurray, it is Fringe time and that nears
that Franco / Irish singer Camille O’Sullivan will be in town for
a while entertaining her legion of fans with her own inimitable style of
music.
And now she is. Not this year at her usual
venue the Speigel tent, but in the far larger Queens Hall. The venue
may have changed, the repertoire has been partly altered, but the
magic this lady and her band can create is exactly the same.
Ms O’Sullivan collects the crowd in the
palm of her hand and procedures to keep them there for the near
ninety minutes the show lasts.
She exudes sex appeal from every pore, her
sensational voice can soar as pure as an angel, but she can get down
and dirty with ease, like the virtuoso she most certainly is. She
prowls like a panther, sensuous and sexy, flirts like she inverted
the word but she delivers at every level. Camille is a pure, if very
raunchy, sensation.
Material comes from favourites such as
Weil, Bowie Waits, McCall and even Pink Floyd this year, but I’m sure
given her voice and the band, she could sing from the telephone book
and make that sound amazing.
She is only playing a short season, so you
will have to be quick, but kill if necessary to get your ticket, and
if you can get a spare I’ll go again.
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