Dodging in between criss-crossed strands of barbed wire, punching a heavy bag while its on fire, doing my taxes blindfolded with an abacus, holding myself horizontal on a vertical bar in a subway running through the rough part of town, strapping a washing machine to my back and running up stone stairs to an ancient temple and when I make it to the top I just clench my fists and scream at the sky.

... all the while in a lycra onsie with a raging boner.

I personally never developed much of a taste for Japanese pop culture in general but I appreciate the ridiculousness of everything about their stage presentation.