Review: Bernie Dieter’s Club Kabarett

Garden of Unearthly Delights – Spielgeltent
Tuesday 24 February 2026

If you think cabaret is tame, think again. 

Bernie Dieter’s Club Kabarett is a decadent, audacious, heart-racing extravaganza that grabs you by the senses and refuses to let go. From the moment the Haus band kicked in, the audience was buzzing, and then Bernie herself exploded onto the stage—an outfit literally overflowing with hands, immediately commandeering three male audience members, even being carried back to the stage like a queen reclaiming her throne. 

It’s Berlin-style cabaret at its most provocative, smoky, and delightfully chaotic, and you are entirely, willingly swept up in it.
Bernie Dieter is pure electricity. Her voice drips with power, lust, and mischief, her every movement demands attention, engulfing the audience and after the first number, the temptation to leap onstage and leave all inhibitions behind is irresistible.

Then it was time for the acts;

Caleb Cameron, the tap-dancing marvel, dances so fast your eyes can barely keep up, tossing playful banter with the band and turning every tap into both a musical and physical conversation that makes you grin, gasp, and secretly wish you learned to dance when you were young.

Jacqueline Furey is literally on fire—her body ablaze, flames shooting from her mouth, radiating danger, sexiness, and pure thrill. Watching her is hypnotic; she’s a living inferno you can’t look away from.

Soliana Erise, the contortionist, is the human embodiment of impossible desire, popping out of a stage box and twisting her body in more ways than you can bend a Gumby toy. Every fold, every stretch was sensual, astonishing, and almost unreal—like watching the laws of physics get seduced by art. Feel sure she will need to see the physio tomorrow.

Iva Rosebud, one of the cheekiest drag acts imaginable, teases, tapes, and exposes herself in ways that are hilarious, shocking, and delightfully naughty. Iva’s second-half performance left the audience spinning in disbelief, laughter, and flushed admiration.

Jarred Dewey, perched high in stilettos on the trapeze, is elegance and danger incarnate. Each swing, pose, and daring drop is a seductive, breathtaking study in strength and poise that makes your heart skip.

Intermission teases you just enough to build anticipation before the second act unleashes even more mayhem. The same performers return with new twists that escalate the chaos:

Jacqueline Frey swallowing a lit pole was insane, hypnotic, and dangerously thrilling, while Iva Rosebud pushed the limits of cheek, audacity, and laughter. One very lucky audience member even got to taste some “secret cake”—proof that shows like this exist to make you leave your inhibitions behind and fully embrace the ridiculous, the sexy, and the wildly entertaining. I feel sure that man will go home thinking, “Did I really do that?”

Bernie Dieter is the ultimate ringmaster—sultry, mischievous, commanding, and irresistible—continually on stage and backed by a live band that keeps every beat, twist, and gasp alive and infectious. 

Club Kabarett is exactly what the Fringe should be: shocking, hilarious, sexy, chaotic, and just great fun.

This is the club where lust, laughter and chaos collide, jump in and let Club Kabarett consume you. Do it now,… before Bernie Dieter decides you need a spanking herself.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 5 Stars
Stephen Foenander
For Adelaide Review Team