Le Gateau Chocolat
Moreish cabaret feast
This article is from 2011.
With his delicious charm and La Clique credentials, Le Gateau Chocolat’s solo debut is an evening treat that leaves you wanting more. Enter the fabulous Bosco tent, and the gentle strains of ‘The Way We Were’ are just audible, a feast of colour and sequin dresses before us. The lights dim and from the back of the tent, a rumbling, black-robed baritone renders the crowd silent. Full, red, glittered lips punctuate every note as a Barbra Streisand rendition of ‘As If We Never Said Goodbye’ fills the room.
From these auspicious beginnings, the real fun begins, as a (literally) larger than life Le Gateau dons a Riddler lime-green catsuit and the show begins. He’s a drag act, we’re told, but he’s no drag. Flower in hair and wig in place, he hurtles into ‘Don’t Rain on My Parade’, before venturing ‘backstage’ to partly derobe for a devastating performance of Radiohead’s ‘Creep.’
Where some cabaret fails to emote, Gateau excels, stripping back the layers and revealing the 29-year-old, Nigerian law student at his core. We learn of his failure to get accepted at the Royal Academy, the passing of the family parrot, and his first experiences of love. As a performer he inhabits all the genres, whether its boogieing with the crowd to Madonna’s ‘Holiday’ or in a delightfully simple rendition of ‘The Ship Song’, as he works his way through his wardrobe of wigs and wonders. His Britain’s Got Talent/Susan Boyle skit hits all the right notes, so too a slightly daft, audience-interacting Drag Terrorist routine. Even a simple, delicate version of ‘Old Man River’ finds a home amidst the madness. In turns, sweet, (ful)filling and carefully baked – his Nessun Dorma finale is the icing on the cake.
Assembly George Square, 623 3030, until 28 Aug (not 22), 9.15pm, £12 (£11).