Showing posts with label GWAR. Show all posts
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Friday, September 7, 2018

GWAR - America Must Be Destroyed (1991)


Previously on OPIUM HUM:
GWAR - Hell-O (1988)

Peak GWAR right here. Inspired by various brushes with censorship -- including Dave Brockie's arrest for "disseminating obscenity," which I guess is legal jargon for "waving a massive prosthetic alien dick around on stage"  -- GWAR came with their most offensive material to date. A concept album revolving around the band's own gleeful depravity, a fascistic morality squad, and a massive, destructive monster created by injecting a T-Rex egg with crack.

They also lean hard into their satire of rock n roll in general, including "Rock N Roll Never Felt So Good", a cock rock send-up about having sex with and murdering a 13-year-old "quadriplechick," and "The Road Behind", which takes on those awful ballads about how tour life sucks that have always struck me as whiny and a bit insulting to fans, making the only good one in the process.

Finally, this is as good a time as any to present my theory that the deaths of Dave Brockie and David Bowie -- or, as future history books will call it, "The Fall of the Two Davids" -- opened up our reality for the endless parade of absurd horrors that is present-day America. The end of The Colbert Report might have something to do with it, too, I'm not sure. But Oderus, wherever you are, you were right: America should have been destroyed years ago.

Track listing:
1. Ham on the Bone
2. Crack in the Egg
3. Gor-Gor
4. Have You Seen Me?
5. The Morality Squad
6. America Must Be Destroyed
7. Gilded Lily
8. Poor Ole Tom
9. Rock N Roll Never Felt So Good
10. Blimey
11. The Road Behind
12. Pussy Planet

Necro-bestial anal butt sex

Other Beavis and Butthead favorites:
White Zombie -
Four EPs
Pantera -
Power Metal (1987)

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

GWAR - Hell-O (1988)


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.