Robot Restaurant: The Most Insane Show in Tokyo

October 30, 2017 - Comment

The One Bag Traveler recommends Gear, Destinations and Adventures. The Robot Restaurant is one of Tokyo’s most popular tourist attractions, a show that combines robots, dragons, ninjas, blue-haired dancers, drums, a whole lot of neon lights, and really loud music. It’s the most bizarre show we’ve ever seen. Here are Simon’s notes from our experience:

The One Bag Traveler recommends Gear, Destinations and Adventures.

Robot Restaurant Tokyo review

The Robot Restaurant is one of Tokyo’s most popular tourist attractions, a show that combines robots, dragons, ninjas, blue-haired dancers, drums, a whole lot of neon lights, and really loud music.

It’s the most bizarre show we’ve ever seen.

Here are Simon’s notes from our experience:

17:25: We are ushered in past two giant robot statues that you can climb up and sit in into a bright hallway covered in shiny, reflective surfaces, like how you might design a nightclub if you’ve never been to one but just heard about them from a friend of a friend.

Entrance to Robot RestaurantWe are sent up an elevator into a holding area. A band with a pretty Japanese singer and a pianist and bassist (both dressed in robot suits) are playing Disney show tunes.

This is the least notable thing about this room.

Waiting room at the Robot RestaurantIt’s like a glitter factory exploded and the explosion was so loud and violent that it caused a unicorn to vomit rainbows all over the walls. This projectile rainbow vomit struck the lighting technician and he lurched forward in disgust onto the brightness dial, turning the various coloured lights up to eleven where it got stuck and, despite their best efforts, they have never been able to reduce the retina-burning levels of discordant electromagnetic waveforms.

There is a disco ball.

There is also a bar. I head there first.

17:46: The nausea that I feel from just sitting here is building into a crescendo. The last tattered remnants of my aesthetic sensibilities are slipping away. Colour means nothing anymore.

17:50: Much to my relief, we are led into what feels like a small airport hanger which is lined on both sides by tiered seating areas, as if we’re about to review our military arsenal. We have front row centre seats.

The children get hearing protectors to cover their ears. We don’t get these.

18:08: There are no words to describe what I am seeing.

18:16: I should probably try, though, seeing as it’s my job and everything.

The music is some loud J-pop electro-weirdness that bounces around the room. The performers come out dressed as dragons and ninja warriors and futuristic neon assassins and give their all to unimpressed Western faces who were perhaps expecting something different than what the gaudy, flashing, primary-colour soaked sign outside promised.

Robot Restaurant Tokyo reviewRobot at the Robot Restaurant in ShinjukuPirate ship at robot cafe JapanThe sets are falling apart, the costumes are battered and worn, the “robots” themselves are remote controlled monstrosities, and they don’t even bother to hide the pilots, who follow them around dressed in black with their faces covered in sheer fabric. We can totally see the handheld remotes.

But the dancers and musicians (there are a lot of drums) have an energy that could power Tokyo for a week and already I can feel it affecting me.

Blue-haired dancer at the Tokyo Robot showDancer at the Robot Restaurant, JapanRobot show dancers18:25: The first of many interludes, where one is given a chance to pat down the hair that was blown back and maybe buy another beer or some popcorn (which, to be fair, is reasonably priced).

Then they bring out the barriers.

Probably don’t lean forward, we on the front row are told.

18:36: We are deep into a story that is basically Ferngully meets Pacific Rim except the forest people have these giant dragons that they’re riding to fight the cackling robot pilots. The screens behind the seating on both sides flash up images of forests and, if it wasn’t for the fact that one of the displays opposite us is broken, you could almost imagine yourself actually there in the middle of the action.

18:38: Good grief that mini gun was loud.

Ninja turtle and gunfire at the Robot cabaret show, TokyoDragon in battle at the Robot Restaurant, TokyoRobot battles at the Robot Restaurant in ShinjukuNeon laser lights and dancers at the Tokyo Robot restaurant19:02: The intervals are many and often. More drinks and snacks!

19:13: A guitarist covered in feathers is attached by ropes to the front of a truck leading a band of brightly dressed musicians. It’s the Care Bears meets Mad Max Fury Road.

Swinging guitarist at the Robot cafe in Tokyo19:18: I am now un-ironically doing the actions to YMCA with a big grin on my face while feathered dancers and musicians atop mobile stages implore us with everything they have to let go of the tattered remnants of our self-respect. I do so willingly.

Dancers on a car at the Robot cafe in TokyoRobot and singer at the Robot Restaurant Japan 19:25: We have been unceremoniously kicked out of a side entrance as they hastily prepare for the next show and we are looking for ramen and attempting to make sense of what we have just witnessed.

Having your pretensions brutally stripped from you like this leaves you in a state of childlike wonder. This is a glorious nightmare of genius or madness whose sets and costumes are the bastard children of H.R. Geiger and Hanna Barbera and the performers throw themselves into it in a way that transcends irony.

I tried to keep my distance but the entire show is designed to wear down any semblance of taste until you are clapping and laughing along to whatever neon coloured, badly-costumed insanity they bring out next and, honestly, it is quite wonderful at the time even if, afterwards, you feel like you’ve indulged in something a little bit shameful.

Creepy clown at the Robot Restaurant JapanI desperately wanted to think I was better than this, but the wretched crimes against art and artistry transcend their hellish origins with the conviction and enthusiasm…

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