Brighton is where it all began for Camille.

Back in 2004, under the billowing canopies of the Spiegeltent, she emerged through the smoke, in killer heels and a red dress, and with a pack of demons to exorcise.

Like the dark angel of the cabaret world, Camille soothed, seduced and unsettled us with caustic lullabies, tales of lost love, and laments of earthly disappointment. Obsessed with the vivid characters of legendary song writers such as Jacques Brel, Tom Waits, Nick Cave and David Bowie, Camille’s first show La Fille du Cirque was about far more than singing. The French/Irish chanteuse consumed herself with every word and the result was a dramatic performance which swung violently from brooding resentment and bitter regret to haunting love and charming mischief.

Camille has taken the show around the world and returned to Brighton for the final date with a large-scale version which has grown in every way since its birth at the intimate Spiegeltent. Although the venue was more traditional, Camille didn’t let the formalities of a theatre constrain her. Despite wearing what she described as an “obscenely” short, black dress, she clambered over a security rail and draped herself over the most scared looking members of the front row.

She gluged red wine, poked her tongue out like a mischievous child and encouraged the audience to repeat her favourite word, “meow”. Candles flickered, glittering frocks hung above her head and Camille stomped on tabletops, glided through the air on a giant swing and lay with her legs in the air as she giggled, “In these shoes? I don’t think so.” It was an astonishing performance by one of the world’s most gifted cabaret singers and one that earned her an explosive standing ovation.