Orgies. Ultraviolence. Drugs. Bestiality. Necrophilia. Punk rock. Intergalactic space travel. All that is good, and all revolving around the brilliant mind and commanding voice of the mighty Dave Brockie, aka Oderus Urungus. This band made my confusing early adolescent world, and the just as confusing adult world, make a little more sense. Fly now, be free!
Sun goes down, bodies on the ground
Swollen with pus, I shall further expound
As the vultures swirl, the batons twirl
We've come for your entrails.
I remember seeing Gwar years ago and getting blood splattered in the face. The next day I was popping colorful zits. R.I.P. Oderus.
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