The second thing about an Atomic Kitten concert is numerous costume changes with an excessive amount of bare flesh on display.  Outfit number one comprises of flared jeans, Wonder-bras™ and not a lot else, other than Jenny Frost's synthetic hair extensions looking like a cheap wig that will slip off at the slightest jerk. 

For 90 minutes (excluding 15 minutes clocked up for five wardrobe changes, which all appear as if a college fashion student has designed them), the kittens paw at their greatest hits and push up their, er, lady bumps much to the delight of the fatherly figure sitting near me, poised with his binoculars.  

Camp dancers shimmy, Frost flicks her hair and throws her head back and under a false pretence all three smile and wave endlessly to the crowd.  They also teeter about in their high-heels, with Natasha Hamilton the most fragile (being so petite and skinny).  Nice.  Liz McClarnon's hair looks fantastic though - barely falls out of place, groomed immaculately.

Essentially this is a performance of visuals: the specially constructed stage the girls walk around and the nifty trap-doors they jump out of.  And oh, the clothes.  Like the see-through net-curtains Frost dons on for costume change number two.

Perfecting the art of singing live is something the trio - sorry, duo (Liz and Natasha obviously) have mastered to an impressive level, considering they were on the verge of being dropped when Kerry 'Chip Shop' Katona upped the ante and buggered off just as 'Whole Again' saved the day.  That is dropped into the set, but an acoustic version of 'Eternal Flame' elasticates the kittens talent to do something more riveting than the usual ball game they play.

A heart-felt performance?  Hard to say.  Lacklustre?  Actually, no.  For what pop music should be, it was fun. You'd never think that of an Atomic Kitten gig, would you?
(3½/5)

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