Haus of Fhag
Charlotte Victoria Furness, the sailorwench-cum-bundle of
wool (she wore a home-knitted wig. Obviously) performed a handful of enchanting
but slightly unsettling songs, including a love song for her GBF and a ditty
about harbouring a secret pregnancy. Her contrast between innocence (with
Beanie Babies pinned to her dress) and slight mania gave her songs that slight
sprinkling of crazy that edged them away from being cute and straying more into
the realms of fascinating discomfort.
So so gay magazine
Our first act of the evening
was the splendid Charlotte Victoria Furness, bedecked in her home knitted red
beehive wig and sailor get-up, complete with sewn-on stuffed animals.
Performing with her ukulele, she gave us a whistle-stop tour of her recent love
life, from a pregnancy kept from a soon to be ex, to falling in love with a ‘Friend of Dorothy’.
What sounds like a fairly uncomfortable few minutes of listening was
quite the opposite, largely due to Furness’ charm and dry wit that shone through
in her lyrics.
Brian Gorman
The public review
Highlights included
Charlotte Victoria Furness, a charming young lady who came across as a gentle
mix of Victoria Wood, Sarah Millican, and Morrissey. Although the themes were
pretty familiar – the pursuit of a nice man, weight issues, etc – they were
explored with genuine wit, warmth, and alluring self-deprecation. The odd rude
remark about semen being a little at odds with the rest of her material – one
suspects inserted for this particular audience.
