GWAR
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Atlanta, GA
The Masquerade (Heaven)
Twas the night before Thanksgiving and we all gathered in Heaven
For a GWAR performance that would go to “11.”
The Bohabs were crushed to the front wearing white,
For what would undoubtedly be a blood soaked night.
When the metal world tragically lost GWAR singer/founder Dave âOderus Urungusâ Brockie last year, the future of GWAR was uncertain and the fans were left wondering what would happen. Once we all mourned the loss and moved forward, it was announced that GWAR would carry on with a new front man know only as Blothar. Blothar is the character of former and original bassist Michael Bishop and while I have to say that I was very optimistic of his role, Bishop proved to be more than worth for taking over the mic for the dearly departed Oderus. Gwarâs current and massive 30 Years of Total World Domination Tour has taken them all over the fucking place spreading their Antarctican metal music like an outbreak of Chlamydia unable to be stopped or treated.
On this stop of the tour in Atlanta on the eve of Thanksgiving, GWAR hit the stage to a nearly capacity room (as always) and unleashed âCrush, Kill, Destroyâ to a faithful swarm of moshing Bohabs. GWAR then slid right into âMadness at the Core of Timeâ which I have to say has become my favorite GWAR show opener. GWAR really pulled out quite a few stops on this show as they delivered a 1-2-3 punch of âBlack and Hugeâ, âSaddam A GoGoâ, and âJack the World.â Hearing âSaddam a GoGoâ and âJack the Worldâ back to back reminded me just how much I really enjoyed This Toilet Earth and definitely has me wanting to go back and revisit that one. In my opinion, this pretty much was already making this show for me and we werenât even 5 songs deep yet. Gwar stormed through a marathon set that covered so much ground of their 30 year career including classic gems like âMeat Sandwichâ, âCaptain Crunchâ, and the more modern yet now classic GWAR anthem âLet Us Slay.â
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While the set list was absolutely amazing, letâs not forget about the victims of the night. The audience roared as Blothar ripped the tits off of Hillary Clinton and then turned around to rip the face off a very rude and interrupting Kanye West. The only thing that wouldâve made this scene better wouldâve been to rip the ass off of Kim Kardashian and have it spray chocolate pudding on the crowd. Hm, GWAR, if youâre reading this, please feel free to steal this idea. I wonât be mad at ya. I promise.
As a whole, I have to say that this was without a doubt one of the best shows I have seen GWAR play in a very long time. I know Iâm probably going to catch a lot of shit for this but just listen before you make fists at me. I loved Dave Brockie and I miss that motherfucker as much as any of you do but GWAR is no fucking joke these days. Ever since bringing Mike âBlotharâ Bishop into the fold, GWAR is playing with this new kindled fire and passion. Thereâs a drive and energy in their playing and in the performance that I havenât seen or heard from GWAR in many years and itâs amazing to see them so energized and hungry again. Technically, Bishop is a better singer that Brockie was so hearing those classic songs live with this line up takes them to a whole new level.
This GWAR show proved to me that even with their founding father gone, GWARâs best years still lie ahead of them. On this bloody night in Atlanta, GWAR delivered one of my favorite GWAR shows to date and proved once and for all to be a force to be reckoned with. GWARâs musicianship shone more so than I have seen in a very long time and that alone made me so proud and happy to be a fan of GWAR. I can just picture olâ Oderus sitting on his big ass throne in the sky, picking his nose, and smiling to himself; smiling and sporting a shit eating grin knowing that GWAR continues to be a living, breathing, puking, blood splattering entity that not even death can kill.
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