Take a look at Peaches if you want real, in-your-face-star quality – albeit not quite the sort of “star quality” Simon Cowell might seek for his primetime TV shows. Still, she definitely has the X-rated factor.

She doesn’t just do that Rapture-style white girl rapping – she actually has a really good singing voice too. And she can play the guitar – or at least do some convincingly powerful power chords.

In general the music was loud, dirty, pumping and grinding – and then occasionally ethereal or soulful. Peaches seemed fearless in more than one way – crowd surfing and attempting to stand and sing held aloft by her ankles, tumbling down more than once, legs akimbo.

I’ve never seen so much crotch exhibited – but with Peaches it somehow seemed empowering, unlike Madonna’s showing off in a leotard.

She came on dressed in a gimp mask, and some kind of shocking pink, pumpkin-shaped puff of a top.

Then she stripped off to reveal a harlequinesque outfit and Sigue Sigue Sputnik hair. Underneath there was another leotard – and talk about hairy arms, she seemed to have fake blond locks streaming from her elbow- length gloves.

There was another change to a white tunic, as she suggestively caressed a light sabre and another strip, swirling a chain around her neck thick enough to tether a caravan. She finished off wearing a near-nude body stocking and thong combo, but instead of flashing her knickers, her knickers actually flashed – the thong was wired up with a pulsing white light.

She certainly knows how to put on a show – and four songs into her encore, it seemed as though she would have gone on all night, if it hadn’t been for the curfew. She’s punky, she’s funky, she’s wild, and she rocks!

Jessica Barrah