Millicent Sarre has opinions - about vibrators, sexism, age-inappropriate relationships, and why loving your body is a powerful act of vengeance against the patriarchy. In her hour-long show, the former-Adelaide-law-student-turned-singing-stage-feminist leans into everything guaranteed to annoy the misogynists that yet endure amongst us; high notes, bright colours, a sexist alter-ego named Kev and a delicious lecture on male dating morality delivered on the ukulele. Sarre is a fine singer, but she’s at her most impressive when she also leans in to her even rarer gift of being very funny. 
Her final three songs offer the tender, personal melancholia consistent with the cabaret promised on her poster, and clearly moved her predominantly young, female audience. This reviewer - so very mired in the prevailing feminist discourse, and for some time - yearned for Sarre to do what admissions of inflicted pain and the brutal data of women-hating cannot; deflate and disarm the patriarchs through the power of ridicule. As her own/Kev’s acidic ode to ancient prejudice suggests, women and their friends could really use the laughs. 
A delightful performer of considerable promise.