Drag chanteuse Joey Arias and puppeteer Basil Twist hatch a completely delirious revue—halfway between Busby Berkeley and Pee-wee’s Playhouse—out of felt and strings, a handful of songs, and a lot of loose screws. Arias makes his grand entrance encased in a Thierry Mugler fetish corset and strapped onto a gynecological table, belting out Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” while being probed by aliens, and the show only gets more inventively nutty from there; later scenes find the singer in a jungle, a 1930s nightclub and the depths of Hell. This is an eye-popping, delightfully transgressive lysergic fantasia. —Elisabeth Vincentelli
