Radiohole’s Whatever, Heaven Allows at the Walker Art Center
Sometimes it’s better to be succinct rather than garrulous. Here is my review:
Radiohole is Brechtian, but they’re trying too hard. Trying too hard, like my younger cousin in Connecticut who is already pretty, but aims at looking like one of those honey-tan girls on the Hills or one of those shows she watches and I just want to tell her, “Stop with the mascara! Your eyes look like spiders are crawling out of your pupils.” We all need an editor at some point.