Although I'm not a huge fan of Lady Gaga's brand of campy, fashioncentric disco-pop, it was a genuinely entertaining show, and well worth going, even if you're not into meat dresses and oil stained spandex...and I'm not judging you if you are.
Most of the show involves gay, S&M Blackshirts (although to be truthful, they were mostly shirtless) varying between goosestepping and twitchy dancing all over the stage for two hours. Gaga is born from a from a giant turkey, and it all takes place Castle Greyskull.
Imagine if the cast of Glee went completely batshit insane and started singing and dancing and worshiping Satan, who happens to be a giant, disembodied Lady Gaga head. Did I mention Castle Grayskull?
Lady Gaga is strange, yet familiar, in that she combines painfully cliched elements of dance, pop music, fashion etc. and takes them to their logical, sometimes horrible conclusions. People seem to think she's a genius. She certainly is a spectacle. Not a spectacle like a bloody car crash or Snookie, but a contrived and highly polished piece of deeply ironic theatre. At least, I think she's being ironic, or not. Fuck, I don't know.
- The Paleoporean