Gwar
The Glass House
Gwar really got screwed when Live Earth was putting bands on every continent—who better to represent his native Antarctica than frontmonster Oderus Urungus? (Not to mention his well-calloused phallus, which has been poking fun at trash thrash—and poking the front row at the Gwar show, too—for almost 25 years.) “I had a whole performance-art piece where I was gonna fuck Sting’s face. Fuck it right off,” he said at the time. “As an artist, I feel I was denied my First Amendment rights, whatever they are, because I was prevented from fucking Sting’s dead head.” But if the Beatles couldn’t even pass off the butcher cover, what hope for planetwide acceptance did these goo-spewing, gore-porn-y shred-rockers have? True art is never understood in its own time, particularly when it’s this sticky. Which is probably why Gwar lost both its Grammy nominations so far—can’t a scumdog get a bone?
Mon., Nov. 23, 8 p.m., 2009
