Last time I wrote about Death by Audio, there was a giant maze taking over the entire space. Tomorrow night, they’re letting you cover 15 naked women in chicken feathers while two dudes play 17 drums in a performance described as “post-feminist avant garde historical reenactment meets squirrel-infused eletro-noise tribe.”

I am awed by many things in New York ‘“ the women in spike heels lugging their lives on their shoulders who still manage to look captivating, the indefatigability of the squirrels in Washington Square Park come fall, and the strangely comforting bellow of the subway evangelical preachers.  But, one