She can be a sultry chanteuse, a lairy chanter or a playful kitten and, I imagine, it all comes down to how she feels on the night.
Her voice is a soaring seabird; lifting on the calm air then plummeting to dark, mysterious depths. There’s the ever-present props and knick-knacks that she fiddles with throughout the show and a couple of simple costume changes to keep the eye entertained. The three piece band are fantastic and perfectly accompany Camille’s voice, riding her moods and rocking out where necessary.
There’s a surprising number of walkouts during the show. Perhaps many of the audience are there to hear more familiar songs or are new to Camille and this isn’t quite what they expected? However, with Camille, it’s hard to know what to expect; she can be a sultry chanteuse, a lairy chanter or a playful kitten and, I imagine, it all comes down to how she feels on the night. The pacing is slow and, admittedly somewhat self-indulgent but Camille has worked hard to deserve our indulgence. At the end of the show she assures those who are quickly departing that, in the encore, she’ll sing The Ship Song which they’ve likely been waiting for and they’ll kick themselves if they have to hear it from outside the spiegeltent. I bet they did.