In the amount of time it takes a dead man to masturbate in his coffin, 1,000 suns are born
Uh, yeah.
So I am going to be pretty graphic about this - you might want to not read this at work.
So, I got back from the GWAR concert tonight, it was pretty decent, the band that opened for them 'Veins of Jenna' was a junked out 80's style hair band that probably killed themselves after the show, due to not having any fans in the crowd. I attribute this to one of the last things they said onstage. "Fuck you all, Good night. We're now going back to our hotel to shoot up." But, oh well fuck those guys.
Then the magic began.
GWAR rocked the stage with their hard dragon head shaped cod pieces. First they sported a dude dressed like Pope Benedict, wearin' a red robe with elongated flag-like sleeves that had swastikas on them. The GWAR slave made short work of him with multiple stab wounds to the chest - as blood spurted into the crowd of fake-blood hungry fans.
Next, it was George's turn to be horribly murdered. Bush's head flew off so fast from a single swipe of an 8 foot long sword as tears of joy (or was that blood?) danced down my cheeks. A deluge of blood was pouring out of another gaping hole as the body flailed back and forth across the stage. This must have made Oderus Urungus pretty hot, because pretty soon he was taking turns with the GWAR slave, fucking it really hard with his Cuttlefish of Cthulhu in Bush's bleeding neck hole.
"Goddamn!", I thought. I have never enjoyed watching something so juvenile and disturbing in my life. Maybe there's something to say about these disgusting shock-rock GODS. It takes alot of effort to keep the decibels of a crowd going for this long... OH SHIT, they're wheeling out a body fluid cannon. Next came Jesus/Hitler, who was blessing the crowd with his holocaust shower of.... uh... purple jizz - WTF??? Thank god the jagermeister girl was looking for a quick two bucks and distracted me before my synapses exploded. Turning back around, oh... oh gawd NO!!! He's jacking off into the crowd... will wonders never cease? Finally, Don Vito and Bam Margera. I do not need to say more. That show was just wrong on so many levels, but for some strange reason, I loved it.
Cradle of Filth was the last band to play, meh... they sounded like a group of screeching death weasels, what more can I say? How can you follow up after a band like GWAR? I didn't have a bad time watching them though, Sarah loved them. Sometimes ya just gotta compromise.
So I am going to be pretty graphic about this - you might want to not read this at work.
So, I got back from the GWAR concert tonight, it was pretty decent, the band that opened for them 'Veins of Jenna' was a junked out 80's style hair band that probably killed themselves after the show, due to not having any fans in the crowd. I attribute this to one of the last things they said onstage. "Fuck you all, Good night. We're now going back to our hotel to shoot up." But, oh well fuck those guys.
Then the magic began.
GWAR rocked the stage with their hard dragon head shaped cod pieces. First they sported a dude dressed like Pope Benedict, wearin' a red robe with elongated flag-like sleeves that had swastikas on them. The GWAR slave made short work of him with multiple stab wounds to the chest - as blood spurted into the crowd of fake-blood hungry fans.
Next, it was George's turn to be horribly murdered. Bush's head flew off so fast from a single swipe of an 8 foot long sword as tears of joy (or was that blood?) danced down my cheeks. A deluge of blood was pouring out of another gaping hole as the body flailed back and forth across the stage. This must have made Oderus Urungus pretty hot, because pretty soon he was taking turns with the GWAR slave, fucking it really hard with his Cuttlefish of Cthulhu in Bush's bleeding neck hole.
"Goddamn!", I thought. I have never enjoyed watching something so juvenile and disturbing in my life. Maybe there's something to say about these disgusting shock-rock GODS. It takes alot of effort to keep the decibels of a crowd going for this long... OH SHIT, they're wheeling out a body fluid cannon. Next came Jesus/Hitler, who was blessing the crowd with his holocaust shower of.... uh... purple jizz - WTF??? Thank god the jagermeister girl was looking for a quick two bucks and distracted me before my synapses exploded. Turning back around, oh... oh gawd NO!!! He's jacking off into the crowd... will wonders never cease? Finally, Don Vito and Bam Margera. I do not need to say more. That show was just wrong on so many levels, but for some strange reason, I loved it.
Cradle of Filth was the last band to play, meh... they sounded like a group of screeching death weasels, what more can I say? How can you follow up after a band like GWAR? I didn't have a bad time watching them though, Sarah loved them. Sometimes ya just gotta compromise.