A girl never forgets her first time. For me, my first time with Gwar was at Emo’s on Thursday, Oct. 25. The room got dark, I heard angels singing “hallelujah” and the voice of God started talking to the room. When they decapitated Mitt Romney in effigy… wow. It really was like a little bit of heaven right here in Austin, and Gwar puts on one hell of a show.
When the room got dark for Gwar, I got a little giddy. Seeing the intergalactic space-traveling monsters live for the first time is something I will never forget. The gory mutants unleashed their metal mayhem and played numbers from both the past and future. From Scumdogs of the Universe to a new track that was written by lead guitarist, Pustulus Maximus, who recently replaced the late Flattus Maximus. The song will be on the band’s next record, which is set to be released—and I’m paraphrasing Oderus Urungus—whenever the fuck they feel like.
When I walked around the room, there were quite a few white shirts just waiting to become unclean with whatever filth Gwar was preparing for them. My favorite was the guy with the white NO MA’AM shirt because I mean, hey, who didn’t love it when Al Bundy got political? By the end of the night, no more white—mostly just splotchy red. I’ve never seen so many people be so happy to have monstrous creatures squirt bodily fluids all over their faces and bodies. Somehow, I miraculously escaped without a drop of goop on me.
It was cool to see the faces of generations in the crowd. Thanks to the dude who hooked me up with free beer and was there to see Gwar again for the first time in 20 years. It also made me smile to see the excited, sweaty, goo-covered face of a kid who couldn’t have been more than 12 years old heading back into the horde after crowd-surfing to the front.
I was surprised to hear the covers I heard at the end of their set. I never thought of Gwar as monsters with hearts, and I also never thought I would ever go see Gwar to end up hearing a Kansas song. How closed-minded of me. It touched a piece of my evil, little black heart to hear Gwar’s version of “Carry On Wayward Son” for Flattus. Carry on, scumdogs! See you next time Gwar comes to town.