Rock may be dead, but the theater sure ain't. In almost 20 years of obscenity charges, market research, iffy thrash and splattery rock spectacle, these Grammy-nominated sickos have come perilously close to becoming an institution, just a decade away from playing dinner shows with Mrs. C and Radar. Now Gwar
is the gold standard in horror-show theatrics, the slick punch line to the joke of G.G. Allin's life and the smarter granddaddies of those Clown Posse assholes. Gwar is a professional mashup of gross-out effects, Dark Crystal
design, Gallagher-style audience soaking and a parodic idiocy that guarantees that as long as the band is around, it will hold the hearts of troubled, nerdy boys just off "Weird" Al but not yet into Alistair Crowley.
So, relax, Blue Valley parents: It's shtick. Kids will laugh. Heads will roll. Great foam things that shouldn't ejaculate almost certainly will.