It’s all coming back to them now, sings likeable Kiwi-Aussie drag queen Leather Lungs (alter ego of Jay Chasland), covering Celine Dion’s hit in a thick bogan accent, while giving the mic stand some deeply suggestive strokes. We’re warned to brace ourselves for ‘trauma dumping’, before Leather Lungs lets rip under House Of Oz’s shimmering disco ball with impassioned versions of Queen, Prince and Aretha songs. 

There’s lots of saucy leg splaying and sassy crowd asides as we hear of romantic run-ins with a dangerous criminal, sexy dentist and abusive narcissist. If it becomes blurred where the dialled-up drama is fiction or truth, what’s clear tonight is that Leather Lungs has a genuinely sore throat and is singing in pain. Their sincere gratitude as the crowd howls with laughter and cheers loudly reveal an authenticity that elevates the camp showtunes, life lessons and savage quips above the cabaret act, and into a sweet, 3D person. Fun singalongs and innuendos galore from a grafter in stilettoes.

House Of Oz, until 27 August, 9.30pm.