Kylie Minogue, 56, looks sensational in skin tight electric blue PVC ensemble as she takes to the stage in Glasgow for the first night of Tension tour in UK
Kylie Minogue looked incredible in a skin tight electric blue ensemble as she began the European leg of her world tour.
The Australian singer, 56, brought her Tension tour to Glasgow on Friday night with a performance at the city's OVO Hydro arena.
Kylie's glam for the occasion certainly didn't disappoint excited fans, with the iconic popstar rocking an all-blue PVC look.
The figure-hugging outfit showed off the 56-year-old's sensational physique as Kylie sported a pair of skin-tight leather pants and matching top with mesh sleeves.
The star completed the look with matching leather blue heels and gloves as she gave fans a selection of the hits.
The Tension tour has so far seen Kylie perform across the globe in Australia, Asia and the United States.
The North American leg marked the Aussie's first-ever US arena run, with Kylie set to perform 13 shows in the UK in the coming weeks including four dates at the 02.
The star is the highest-selling Australian female artist of all time and the third best-selling in the UK, but has only now begun to make a name for herself in the US following the success of her viral 2023 hit Padam Padam.
In the past, Kylie has claimed her failure to catch on Stateside didn't phase her and she enjoyed her anonymity there.
However, her record label revealed in 2023 the singer now has her eyes firmly set on cracking the US market.
Padam Padam and follow-up album Tension helped turn her fortunes around in America and landed her a Grammy, a second number one on the US Billboard's Top Dance/Electronic Albums chart and a Las Vegas residency.
Speaking about her lack of success in the US Kylie said in 2022 she had 'resigned myself to the fact that America wouldn't be like the rest of the world for me. I'm anonymous there — which, I must confess, I kind of like.'
As well as telling The Express in 2009: 'It doesn't frustrate me [not cracking America]... frustrating being asked about it, the assumption it's something really missing in my career and life.'
'It just so happens I live in London and my time is spent more throughout Europe... the U.S.A. has remained at arm's length.'
While discussing her plans to crack America Jamie Nelson, SVP of U.K. Recordings at Minogue's label BMG, confirmed to Variety in 2023 the label were 'confident' Padam Padam would do well.
'It's now flipping into an area that's unprecedented,' he said, crediting TikTok and social media for the song's viral success.
The beloved pop princess first took to the stage at Rod Laver Arena (previously the National Tennis Centre) back in 1990.
She has since moved into acting and has also starred as a judge on Britain's Got Talent on a number of occasions.
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