Gawker is reporting that Dave Brockie, A.K.A. GWAR frontman Oderus Urungus, was found dead this morning. Urungus was a space-faring maruader who found himself trapped on the planet Earth with his bandmates, who decided to pass the time with limitless sex and violence, crack cocaine, and the enslavement and slaughter of the human race. GWAR put out 13 albums over the course of their career, and I'll be damned if I didn't listen to the first five or so on constant repeat during my teenage years in the 1990s.
A great band to see live, I always did my best to take in a show when they came around, even once I'd lost the the high level of interest in their newer albums, because, well, it's not too often you get to see sexually charged space monsters fighting giant robots and chopping off the heads of celebrities in effigy. Live, at least. It's sad to think I won't find any legitimate reason to be sprayed repeatedly in the face with un-sugared kool-aid representing various bodily fluids being projected from high pressure hoses hidden in giant styrofoam dicks ever again.
A GWAR concert at the Stone Pony in Asbury Park in 1995ish was one of the first "real" shows I ever went to (read: not a 20 year old band playing at the Garden State Art Center), and I'll always remember it for the guys from GWAR, including Brockie, selling GG Allin plush dolls out of costume outside the show. I'm rambling here, but really, I'm kinda shocked by this, and definitely very sad. Having three young kids isn't the kind of thing that lends itself to actively following GWAR, but I kind of always assumed that I'd see many more GWAR shows in my lifetime, as they were one of those bands that could survive forever playing their old hits, and I didn't see this coming at all.
RIP, Oderus. You never should have been let out the fucking microwave.
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