French chanteuse Marina Celeste struts on stage in an overcoat and gold ballet pumps, backed by just two guitars and a Macbook.  Opening with Nouvelle Vague favourite ‘Forest’, originally by The Cure, she is instantly hypnotic, with her ethereal vocals and sophisticated aura.  Losing the coat, she tells us about living in the smallest house in Paris whilst developing her craft, and we are treated to the beautifully quaint ‘L’Appartemente’. With her classic beauty and a confidence that builds at alarming rates as the hour-long set goes on, it’s very hard not to be transfixed by her.

She fully exploits her feline qualities in ‘Le Femme Chat’ which echoes fellow feline lovers Lovage, Dan the Automater’s project. Other highlights are Nouvelle Vague’s version of ‘Guns of Brixton’ and ‘Teenage Kicks’. She ends triumphantly, teetering on the edge of madness by losing most of her clothes for ‘Too Drunk To Fuck’, which sees her state that ‘punk is not dead’ while doing the Dead Kennedys proud by cartwheeling around and squealing in her Parisian accent.

She leaves the stage after a contrastingly delicate acoustic encore, gathering up her glittery dress and shoes and saying ‘pardon’ for her madness.  It’s enough to make you want to move to Paris if every chanteuse is as enchanting as her.

Photo by Yves Bottalico.