Gwar at First Avenue, 10/5/13
Photo by Erik Hess
October 5, 2013
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There will be blood. There will be ejaculate, urine, and vomit as well. Oh, and let me caution those in the first five rows: You will get wet. Mayhem and destruction are typical lyrical themes for many metal bands, but Gwar go the extra step of enacting evisceration and gore onstage, to the delight of everyone. Many fans had their old concert shirts on, tie-dyed red with the ghosts of fluids past, even some of the First Ave staff, who played defense on the margins of the mosh pit. It was a classic Gwar crowd, with ages ranging from the way-too-old to the way-too-young for this, with many drunkenly staggering shirtless men bringing the one-man mosh pit along with them wherever they went.
Photos by Erik Hess
Frankly though, no band can ever really compare to Gwar in terms of sheer stage show insanity. It's this unholy mixture of metal tropes, rock opera, '50s horror films schlock and zombie film gore, raunchy Beavis and Butthead-level humor, Wild and Crazy Kids-level messiness, and complete intellectual abandon. The 25-year-old institution of a band has played First Ave since its inception and called it one of their most beloved venues, and the audience returned the love by soaking in the rock insanity as they've done time and time again.
The corny stage banter other acts participate in is blown up to epic proportions, as alien figures attempt to steal band member's scrotums to obtain the secret to eternal life, monsters and pop-culture figures get slaughtered in increasingly over-the-top ways, and multi-boobed sex zombies' faces explode and dump semen all over the audience. Easy targets like Justin Bieber, the Queen of England, and the Pope all met their bloody ends to massive cheers from the audience. Always ready to go the extra step over the line, Gwar made Justin Bieber suck his own dick after being ripped in half. The Queen of England got whipped with her own severed crying fetus as she bled profusely from her sagging breasts. The Pope was reminded that he was "supposed to be an asshole" and that even though he's slightly cooler than past Popes, he still had to get beheaded. There were a few battle sequences set to guitar solos, where Oderus swings his mighty blade (and his mighty Cuttlefish) into enemies while his minions and half-naked slaves rip off sections of bodies to keep the blood flowing. It's beautiful, really.
Photos by Erik Hess
Gwar really needn't be put into words. Every show is a shit-soaked bacchanal, a symphony in guts and gore, the beginning and end of heavy metal mythology. It's an experience more than any other music act can be. The music itself does its job, blasting forth unrepentant metal fury to soundtrack the lowbrow circus of violence onstage, but as Gwar proved by playing "Baba O'Riley" and "Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car" as their encore, what's being played is less a concern than what's being killed. This is spectacle, this is theater. This is possibly the best and most entertaining rock concert there is. When Oderus paid tribute to their former guitarist Cory Smoot, a.k.a. Flattus Maximus, who passed away after a Minneapolis show in 2011, it was an actual touching moment. Then they played a song about nuclear war destroying all humankind. Long live Gwar.
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