Boys and trouble, road trips and rodeos: even if you didn’t know the theme of Kylie Minogue’s latest incarnation, the clues piled up as you made your way inside London’s Café de Paris. By the entrance, felt Stetsons were for sale at the merchandise stall. A giant light-up “K”, as if missing from a honky-tonk sign, dangled over the balcony. Acoustic guitars cramped the tiny cabaret stage, plucked by session musicians with beards and twiddly moustaches, pork pie hats and neckerchiefs. As the pop star descended the spiralled staircase leading to the podium in bestudded double denim, her rebirth as a rhinestone cowgirl was complete.

test – susanne