What strikes hardest about Patti Plinko as she unravels herself from the snakelike coil in the centre of the stage is the profound huskiness and charm in her voice as she seductively cackles and howls her way through opening track ‘Sway’. Her band, known professionally as ‘The Boy’, consists of a mysterious barefooted man in a dark jumpsuit playing guitar and a slightly less conspicuous lady who drops in and out of the scenario with her finely tuned violin.

The music is a mixture. Some is of a foot stomping Moroccan wedding-esque nature, with Patti banging on her tambourine and stomping her Doc Martins, an unorthodox choice of percussion that unfortunately overpowers her voice at times. Others are far more subdued, with dark lyrical content accompanied by the clatter of a Sailor Jerry bottle and a saucepan. The show has a rather art house feel to it, with Patti emerging dressed as Sophia Loren at one point, which suits an intimate venue such as this, also allowing her coy, endearing personality to shine through.

Assembly Rooms, 623 3030, until 31 Aug (not 17), 10.05pm, £11–12 (£7–8).