You could say it's been an above-average year for Fischerspooner. Since inventing themselves as a gleeful machete-attack on the corpse of downtown performance, the duo of Warren Fischer and Casey Spooner has consolidated rather impressively.

Their majestic cast now includes twenty-odd singers, dancers, choreographers, set designers, costumers, and stylists. There's the blithely crazed following that crowds every show to cheer them on. And they've managed becoming art world darlings, to boot. After one uproarious appearance at Gavin Brown's Enterprise last summer they were the talk of the town for weeks. Gushed one attendee, "They're mindbenders, and I loved it!" Well, they are.
In the present version, Fischerspooner are a musical act. There are beats, vocoders, lights, costumes, and deliriously fucked-up dance moves. The show itself is a melding of so many urges and spectacles that it'd be hard to list them all, but at the top would probably be that greying ogre, "Mass Entertainment." Unlike most of their contemporaries, however, Fischerspooner don't want to knock him down so much as break on through to his ersatz little lemony-yellow heart. It's the tantric approach and it works. They've actually gotten past the irony logjam and into the far stranger regions of "Fun."

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