The rapture of decadence, the solace of melancholia and the tang of supermarket vodka permeate this achingly beautiful cabaret revival. Dusty Limits, aka Dorian Black, has been appearing in various shows at the Fringe since 2003, yet is still breathtakingly fresh and exciting.
With bone structure you could self-harm with and an equally sharp musical trio, Limits flawlessly renders such 90s classics as Portishead’s “Woman” alongside a ribald take on Natalie Imbrulia’s “Torn”. There are the more traditional numbers here too, including an alcoholic adaptation of “Losing My Mind” by Sondheim as well as some more comedic turns. Part public-school rent boy and part Goddess, he enchants delights and challenges his audience, mixing theology, smut and charm.
The Picture of Dusty Limits is perfectly framed at the Spiegeltent, with its atmosphere of faded grandeur and quirkiness. The venue even has friendly, helpful staff and capable table service, unheard of in most of the current dens of insolence. Just for one night, the world sparkles again with wit, wisdom and healthy dose of sexy jokes.
Hunt him down, follow his every movement and plan time off for next time Dusty Limits hits town – you will not regret it!
5/5 
Zander Bruce
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