The only way to describe Voodoo Vaudeville in one word is surreal.

From the black stockings to the red corsets, this show certainly had the Rocky Horror touch. But it was far more than that. A time machine, in the form of a comfy armchair, took the audience on a bizarre journey through a luscious never-neverland of deviant theatre, twisted cabaret and vaudeville comedy film.

A woman pretending to be a boy named Colin put on a memory helmet through which her most decadent, somewhat violent fantasies were revealed.

Audience participation was inescapable in the voodoo lounge as the performers encouraged the voyeuristic crowd to beat imaginary drums and move their hands in snake-like configurations.

Chris Creswell, creator and choreographer, certainly knows how to deliver an interactive revelry between performers and audience.

The highlight for many must have been when maid Margaret revealed an unusual obsessive-compulsive disorder by repeatedly brushing her breast.

Those standing at the back might not have thought the show was quite worth the £12 ticket but it was nevertheless an entertaining and twisted alternative to the sold-out La Clique in the Speigeltent opposite.