Love him or hate him, Perez Hilton‘s infamous Hollywood gossip website has crafted him an envious career that means he has Lady Gaga on speed dial. Whilst his name may be synonymous with scandals across the Atlantic, Perez has recently been turning his hand at nurturing new musical acts with the launch of his own record label. Branching out further from dissing celebs online, his events touch down in London town for his aptly named One Night In London at The O2′s smaller IndigO room. Tickets were free from Perez’s website.
On first entry I was a bit perturbed about walking into a half-filled room full of people watching what appeared to be a choir of prepubescent girls miming along to The Puppini Sisters‘ version of Mr. Sandman. Luckily that soon finished and although the event was free, I was a little confused about how there seemed to be so little people there. After all this is Perez, self-titled Queen of All Media, friends (and foe) to the stars. Surely there were going to be some big named acts tonight? Next up were The Hoosiers, whose inoffensive pop-rock seemed to drag in a few more. It took me a while to work out who the next act was, a breathy urchin whose styling may have gone down the pan slightly, dressed in a giant doily dress. Diana Vickers. Say no more.
It picked up when the real acts, introduced personally by Perez (and not billed on the line-up) were announced. Peaches, a lady you don’t wanna mess with, walked the crowd (amongst threats that “If you drop me, this show WILL be over”) and had the crowd screaming to her best known electro stomper, Fuck The Pain Away.
When headliner Kelis was announced the venue seemed to fill out dramatically with everyone desperate to get a glance at one of pop music’s women of the moment. Decked out a slinky skin tight purple mini dress, high heels and a strange piece of headwear, Kelis’ took to stage for a medley of her latest album, Fleshtone.
