Tales from a Cabaret

Deliriously deluded, Tales from a Cabaret promises all things and delivers few. While the two “cabaret terrorists” don’t quite “corrupt, exploit and violate” as the flyer proclaims, their blend of lyrical storytelling, mime and uke-slapping tunes has its gentle charms. Cabaret has political roots but Gustav and Jacob Martyr are most palatable when they play it quaint. Conjoining ID-card society phobia with white face paint and affected accents rather frisks their well-constructed fantasy world. The debonair duo nicely rhyme "photocopier" with "dystopia" but fare best evoking a decadent past than interrogating a doldrum present.