" Borts plays a ski. Borts dresses in a head-to-toe spandex suit that walks a distinguished line between condom and intergalactic time capsule. You kinda want to reach out and pet Borts. You want to take Borts home to meet your family. You are also vaguely afraid that Borts might eat a kitten. Clearly Borts carries the torch once ignited by Laurie Anderson and Klaus Nomi, god rest his soul. However Borts is living dissonance, and while you might see him accompanied by dancers, they are less exuberant and more scary, scantily clad or dressed in burkas depending on whatever zeitgeist he's feeling by the hour. His songs rarely span more than a minute and there is darkness. His eyes burn with a nostalgia hungering for the grit and freaks of old New York, leering behind the scenes of Taxi Driver and scarcely escaping that fated commute in The Taking of Pelham 123.. "
"If Salvador Dali had done music he would have paled in comparison to the truly eclectic Borts Minorts. One part performance art, one part manic techno musical extravaganza, all around fantastically mesmerizing. In his trademark unitard, and flanked by his accompanying backup dancers, Borts manages to blend more action into 45 minutes than a full week at the circus. Borts Minorts is Cirque du Soleil on acid, no chaser."
"Borts minorts will totally change the way you think about a rock show. His incredible infectious energy and undeniably unique presentation re-invigorates and satirizes himself and the format in one fell swoop. Challenging the audience to become part of the experience is just one aspect of this performers mission, and the dancers have the uncanny ability to actually make modern dance moves seem unpretentious and fun. If there is any sense of humor left in your jaded hipster soul you will come away from this show entertained and rocked."
"Bay Area bizarros Borts Minorts to do their thing, which is quite unlike anyone else's thing but perhaps most akin to Hanakengo, a dynamic Japanese duo of costume designers with synchronized dance moves. Clad head to toe in hooded white spandex bodysuits, the turbo-powered, rubber-coated Borts Minorts leap, bound, twist, and squeal to a skewed synth pop soundtrack. Throw gleeful backup dancers and a grim-faced flutist into the mix, and you get bewildered audiences all the way to Tucson, Ariz., wondering, "What on earth is this?" What it is might be hard to explain, but, no doubt, it's worth the price of admission alone.
"Headliners Borts Minorts defy simple description. See, there's this guy in a hooded white unitard and a headset mic who sings and flails and contorts — he might be an alien or an android, but it's doubtful anything but an actual human would be able to bring such pure and bizarre joy to the stage. Equally enthusiastic are the Borts backup dancers, who flaunt leotards and fishnets (and the occasional pair of lederhosen), and whose energetic choreography demonstrates limber limbs and an admirable appreciation of jazz hands. Borts's music is similarly befuddling, in the best possible way — a combination of samples, keyboards, horns, drums, theremin, slide whistles, a single-stringed bass made out of a snow ski, and god knows what else, but I guarantee you'll not see anything as sense-assaultingly entertaining this leap year, or any other year." -
"Clad head to toe in a white spandex unitard, Borts Minorts performs spastic interpetive dance moves to mutant techno disco backing tracks. So as to not impede his onstage contortions, he wears a wireless headset mic through which he sings insanely processed vocals. Meanwhile 2 foxy backup dancers provide synchronized dance moves. Elsewhere on stage you might find a flute player, a theremin manipulator or a full time bubble blower. The Minorts experience has been compared to everything from Devo to fitness guru Richard Simmons, which gives some idea of the absurdity of it all. Check out Minorts "Dance Contestant" video on YouTube sometime. It's a jaw dropper."