Burlesque, as Ivy Paige tells you at the start of her show, is all about titillation.

And if, by titillated, Ivy means left wanting more, then that could be one way of describing her Brighton performance.

A combination of singing her own songs, tongue-in-cheek covers, interspersed with quips and gags at the audience, combined with a troupe of Paige Girls dancing around the stage all combine to make up Ivy Paige's night of cabaret.

Ivy's singing, while not bad, was no better than many of the city's pub performers, and she clearly needed the extra fluff to provide a whole hour and a half of entertainment.

By Brighton's standards the dancers could barely be described as burlesque. Their routines, all performed to a Moulin Rouge soundtrack CD, were poorly choreographed and most importantly made four very attractive dancers appear to have virtually no sex appeal whatsoever.

The highlight of the show was Roxy Velvet, who performed a stunning acrobatic number on a hoop suspended high above the stage, although she disappointingly did not return in the second half.

When cabaret shows are two-a-penny in the city and there are a variety of top-class burlesque acts on most nights of the week, Ivy Paige's offerings seem lacklustre, which no amount of sequins could add sparkle to.