Read more: GWAR's Pustulus Maximus on their absurd rider, Trump and death With nearly 30 years under their belt, you'd think GWAR would lose steam and grow weary of taking shots at America's sacred cows and leaving behind raw hamburger meat. On the contrary, GWAR's response to a world gone mad is simple: reply with even more absurdity (as is the case in "El Presidente" and "Crushed by the Cross"). And given the state of the world and politics today, crazy may very well be what the sane need to survive.
Following the death of Gwar's foulmouthed ringleader Dave Brockie (aka Oderus Urungus) in 2014, there was no question about continuing the disgusting legacy that had been built over three decades; the alien overlords promptly recruited former bassist Mike Bishop (aka Blothar) to fill the void and continue on their mission to enslave the human race. But while it's fantastic that Gwar found a suitable replacement and are continuing forward, their latest album, The Blood of Gods, shows they have a lot of work to do to make it worth listening to ….
The history of GWAR is littered with fake blood, death, jizz, menstrual blood, unspeakable gunk shot out of codpieces and bras, heroin overdoses (founder member Dave Brockie, aka Oderus Urungu, died in 2014), seaweed extract, outrageous costumes and the odd piece of public figure mutilation. As such, this long-standing band were ahead of their time when they started out with the morbid comic debauchery of debut album Hell-O! (1988), predating Game Of Thrones, for one, by several decades. Over the years, GWAR's sound has become codified into a Cannibal Corpse/Sabbath-style thrash metal, mostly unlistenable but pleasingly dark and numbskull nonetheless.