Audio By Carbonatix
GWAR
with the Casualties
Revolution, Fort Lauderdale
Thursday, October 7, 2010
The review:
Giant creatures descended upon Revolution in Fort Lauderdale on Thursday night for a furious evening of fluid exchange and heavy metal… oh, and GWAR played too. From the cool safety of the balcony, the conditions in the mosh pit appeared to be almost as horrific as the famously violent stage show of the world’s most cherished band of evil beasts. A raucous set by seasoned punkers the Casualties and an intermission Sabbath sing-along had the sweaty monsters of the audience roaring for the main act: “GWAR! GWAR! GWAR! GWAR!…”
Preceding the band were two strange, twisted, shrunken-head type
characters who hopelessly wandered the stage as the crowd’s blood lust
reached its fist-clenching peak. Then frontman (or frontmonster)
Oderus Urungus decapitated the poor creatures and showered the elated
crowd with the first blood of the night. Urungus was the centerpiece of
the cartoonish stage show. He donned horns-a-plenty, a bare white ass,
and a giant cock monster that undoubtedly caused unconscious orifice
clenching for all who looked it dead in the eye.
Besides the deadly dong, many other creatures would join the six
thrashing metal monsters of GWAR on stage throughout the night. Among
the blood spouters were Pookie, a rescue dog from the Michael Vick
School of Animal Torture; Lady Gaga, who rocked a toilet dress and shit
hat and shot blood from her nipples; and Sarah Palin, whose guts were
thrown all over the room to ensure that there is “no fucking way” that
she will become president.
One poor friend of GWAR’s, who was named Bone Snapper, was killed in an
onstage battle halfway through the show. To appease the mourning,
they brought his corpse out later for a funeral that consisted of a
messy degutting and beating him over the head with his own arm. By the
evening’s final battle, Bone Snapper was good as new, splashing puke and
happy as could be.
After a good hour of thrashing, stabbing, spewing and social
commentary, the band briefly left the stage. The crowd stood beckoning
the gruesome heroes for more gore as the myriad fluids they’d collected
from each other and the beasts on stage began to dry into a sticky,
hellish film on their skin. For the encore, the panting crowd finally
got the sweet jizz of the monster cock.
Critic’s Notebook:
Personal bias: I was really touched (splashed) by the way the band opened up (wounds) and shared what was inside (guts).
Random detail: My ears are still ringing. I’m not sure whether
it’s because of the loud rock music or if there is a bell choir of GWAR-sperm-worshiping Satan in my brain.
By the way: New Times recently chatted with the head beast (Urungus, not his monstrous member). Read the interview here.
