"... It starts with the fact that in their performance "Radar Radar radical coherence" the audience is allowed to do everything they love to do on a mvie night or when going out with friends: smoking, drinking, relaxing, making out on the sofa under the living room lights, browsing through colorful magazines. You feel like a guest and that also means that you don't have to give up anything at the checkroom, neither your own mind nor your sense of your own presence (which normally is switched off in the theater when the auditorium lights are switched off). A floating attention fills the room into which the five performers set emotional surfaces and climaxes with their stories and choreographies with an unmistakable feeling for timing, breaks and transitions, trained from DJ-ing and nights out in clubs.
Sampling with material from a collective store of cultural knowledge accumulated over the years. This is how you get from talking shop about soccer, which leads to a small "blind soccer" tournament, to the escape artist Harry Houdini, or to the story of an extreme performer who juggled with HIV-infected injection needles until nobody wanted to see him anymore when it became known that he had become infected during a particularly difficult act, to a wonderfully self-deprecating video self-portrait of a failed young filmmaker, to completely abstruse interpretations of some futuristic comic images by Enki Bilal, only to end up at some point with the Great Eavesdropping Attack …. Everything is somehow connected, as in a single paranoia  radical coherence. "What I still have to say would take a cigarette factory," says one of them at one point. And indeed, the two-and-a-half-hour evening, peppered with artistic highlights such as a dance in ski boots, a fencing act with cross-country skis and a preview of the new play by Franz Xaver Kroetz and Rainald Goetz, has such a maelstrom effect that you can't get enough.
As the boys are also known not only for their love of dancing, but also for their love of making others dance, you can be sure that the performances will continue in the form of extended parties, just as they did during the Prater spectacle at the end of June. Unfortunately, the aspirin for the morning after is not (yet) included with the ticket."

(tip Berlin 17/1998, Kathrin Tiedemann, Abhänger mit Diplom Theater im Chill-out-Room: showcase beat le mot mit „Radar, Radar, nichts ist egal“ – translation SCBLM)