Miss Revolutionary Idol Berserker

The title may suggest social satire, or even a wild parody of some kind - but Miss Revolutionary Idol Berserker is almost beyond categories. Beyond words, perhaps...

Upon entry into the arena of the 'Berserker', socks and shoes are required to be cast off, ponchos are deployed for our own protection and preservation, and earplugs are ominously provided...

As it turns out, a sensible precaution. Spinal Tap's amplifiers may go to eleven, but for this particular troupe, 'eleventyleven' would barely begin to describe the din they create!

For some poor souls, it may be nothing more than noise, but if you can handle the power, the relentlessness, the spirit of 'everything louder than everything else', it should be just about the most intense fifty-minute burst of sheer energy that you'll encounter in any theatre, at any festival, in this or any other year.

It will certainly leave you in awe at what these performers (dancers/singers/live wires) are capable of. Much of it is aiming to make you happy, but not in a way that is gentle or comfortable - and to be honest, when your head is being attacked from outside of your vision by an object that may or may not be made of food, it's difficult to remain 100% positive towards the ride that you've signed on for. This reviewer also happens to still be waiting for a bright pink toe to return to its regular shading.

This is entertainment that leaves its mark; an experience like (very) few others. The next time they're in your town, grab a ticket! (Be sure and bring a friend to share the buzz with - plus help you recover...!)

Anthony Vawser