Our interview was supposed to be scheduled with David Brockie, the mastermind behind long-running theatrical rock outfit GWAR. But when we called the number given to us by the band's manager, the phone rang one and half measures before we heard the booming voice of a used car salesman moonlighting as a carny.
"Hi! This is Oderus Urungus, from the National Breast Cancer Society!"
Oderus Urungus, GWAR's lead vocalist and front man, is a murderous extraterrestrial obsessed with the finer things in life: The complete annihilation of Earth and its overgrown population of human scum; righteous heavy metal punk 'n' roll; and scoring poon. He is also an avatar of the aforementioned Mr. Brockie.
Oderus Urungus: Hi, this is Oderus Urungus from the National Breast
Cancer society. In outer space, they don't call it breast cancer. They
call it Rotten Titty Disease. Not trying to offend any women out there.
Outer space is an ugly, evil place. I love tits. Any disease that gets
inside of them is my enemy. Instead of fighting Gorgor or some kind of
gigantic monster or robot, I'm going to fight cancer. And I'm going to
do it by sucking it out.
New Times: Does GWAR work with a lot of breasts?
I work with breasts constantly. My breastwork is up there in the top 10.
I'm right up there with Andre Agassi, Samuel L. Jackson, the Abominable
Snowman, and Machete.
Any notable sightings during the filming of Empire Records?
Oh yeah! We were hanging out with Liv Tyler! She's a fucking whore! I saw her breasts before I saw her face.
