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GWAR (an acronym for God What an Awful Racket) is thrash metal\\\'s answer to the more mainstream satire of Spinal Tap. Gory, sexually perverse, and scatological in the extreme, GWAR was formed at Virginia Commonwealth University in Richmond as an experiment in marketing strategy by several musicians, art students, and dancers. The group claims to consist of all-powerful interplanetary warriors, descended from aliens stranded in Antarctica and initially created from the lowest filth in the universe, who have come to Earth to sexually enslave and/or slaughter the human race. All members perform under aliases; the main group consists of Oderus Urungus (vocals, born David Brockie), Balsac the Jaws of Death (guitar, born Steve Douglas), Flattus Maximus (guitar, born Peter Lee), Beefcake the Mighty (bass, born Michael Bishop), and Jizmak the Gusher (drums, born Brad Roberts). Auxiliary characters include Techno-Destructo (occasional vocals, born Hunter Jackson), Slymenstra Hymen (born Danyelle Stampe), the Sexecutioner (born Charles Varga), and Sleazy P. Martini (manager, born Don Drakulich). The group performs in bizarre costumes made of latex and papier-mâché, and their stage show features fake pagan rituals, corpses spewing washable bodily fluids on the audience, and sometimes a mechanical giant maggot. Not surprisingly, authorities in several locations have not taken kindly to the group -- Charlotte, NC, fined Urungus on an obscenity charge and banned them for a year, while police in Athens, GA, shut down a concert in 1993. With the help of the ACLU, GWAR sued and settled out of court, donating their award to charity. GWAR is best appreciated with its visual aspects, which are far more creative than their music; indeed, the group received a somewhat stunning Grammy nomination in 1993 for its long-form home video Phallus in Wonderland.
Gwar has survived numerous personnel changes over the years, something that has been easier for this band than most as the \\\"characters\\\" never change, only those playing them. Despite a decline in media attention, Gwar has proven to be a consistent live act and continues to record a new album with each new stage act. Unlike most career bands, however, Gwar has released almost as many full-length videos as they have albums. Along with the previously mentioned Phallus in Wonderland, the group has also assaulted the eyes with Skulhed Face (1994), Rendezvous with Ragnarok (1997), Dawn of the Day of the Night of the Penguin (1998), and It\\\'s Sleazy (2001). Musically, Gwar\\\'s early gem Scumdogs of the Universe (1990) is considered to be one of the band\\\'s most entertaining works. Subsequent albums, including This Toilet Earth (1993) and We Kill Everything (1999), have repeated many of the shock themes that gained GWAR notoriety early on. After a few Gwar-less years, the band returned in 2004 on a new label, DRT Entertainment, with a new album, War Party. Live from Mt. Fuji was released the following year, and the band returned to the studio in 2006 for Beyond Hell.
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Lucifer’s – The State Of The
Infernal Region Address
Lucifer’s – The State Of The Infernal Region
Address
By: Mark R. Sosa
Death's Door @ www.death777.com
Copyright 2003
“My vision of HELL”
Apocalyptic Architecture - “Gargantuan
Electric Human Meat Grinder”
“In The Round” apocalyptic amphitheater
Of blasphemous maniacal vocalizations
Chain sawed adolescent skulls outline
supremely
This unimaginable architecture for the chosen
nocturnal deity
The center stage holocaust exhibition
A gargantuan electric human meat grinder
The master regurgitating floor insulator
That thrusts those carcasses who’ve taken
freely
The Revelation’s mark of the beast
As chosen black sheep of Christianity
Experiencing maliciously their timely demise
Beheaded, shredded, and then desecrated
Surpassing the end of time
The North – “Salivating Demon Possessed Pit
Bulls”
To the north a see-through glass room
Exhibits those guardians who’ve cast away
their offspring
Lying defenseless on the cold floor of
unpredictability
Salivating demon-possessed pit bulls are
unleashed
Clinching on each of their ankles and wrists
to secure immobility
Then a conveyor belt discharges piece by
piece
Abortion remains to revive in their hollowed
minds
All the valueless scars they’ve so selfishly
left behind
The South – “Chopping Blocks of Maximum
Amputation”
To the south pornography’s sexual
persecution
Atop chopping blocks of maximum amputation
The hole, the opening tip of manhood’s overly
extended virility
Shall be held fastened and then high torque
drilled
Using one bit with ferocious rupturing
abilities
Next the vaginal cavity shall be separated
By contaminated extra thick, metal fishing
hooks
Used as instruments of death and brutality
Then a hand-held steel grater with razor
sharp teeth
Is inserted and then removed in an
accelerated fashion
To inescapably disfigure the womanhood’s
excitability
Internal human flesh fastens itself
Like 10 year dried-up corpses in a war torn
mortuary
The East – “The Quicksand Landfill of
Cannibal Fishes - Piranhas”
To the east the ever-present creeping
quicksand landfill
Full of schools of merciless cannibal fishes,
the piranha
Dissecting on contact the submerged fleshly
appendages
Of all present-day invokers who adhere
To the black arts of incantation
Reverted spells once to intentionally
puncture another’s soul
Now presents in flawless animation
Their own Hell daunting damnation
The West – “Gasoline and Anal Blowtorches”
Slayer’s “God Hates Us All” plays unceasingly
to the west
Directly outside the spiritually famished
concentration camps
Where all partake of one big swig of gasoline
To secrete the inner linings of their naked,
blood soaked flesh
Onto the highly flammable showers where when
done soaking
Anal blowtorches detonate upon impact
Some in line from close quarter apprehension
Gulp their own dry mouth tongues
For a quicker suicidal solution
Marilyn Manson – “Anti-Christ Superstar
Prelude”
Blackest greetings from me the Antichrist
Superstar
Live from carnalities capital – Hell
Tonight we unite as beastly brethren
Baptized in the blood of iniquity
To marvel at the live “in the round” martyred
souls
Persuaded by the phantoms of their fiery
furnace illusions and
To hear in its entirety
Lucifer’s State Of The Infernal Region
Address
The Angel of Death – “Opening Act”
A human body casket shaped sandbox
Where all victorious sexual predators
Are chained by their waist cavity above
ground
To the coffins of their prey underground
The Angel of Death arrives in a black hooded
trench coat
His pupils of dried blood are in the
formation of a sinister smile
Sent to strategically insert mini-chisels
under both
The fingernails and toenails of these
statutory rapists
Then uninterrupted “finishing hammer” flesh
breakage begins
Smashing until agony wailing echoes through
The rejoicing ears of the innocent dirt
nappers
Then the Angel of Death exposes his skeletal
vacantness
To this now valueless impaired misfit
The “fierce snake” is then vomited forth
From his bellybutton region
Immediately injecting in the jugular vein
The world’s most toxic venom
Sexless misfit now extinct
Lucifer – “The State Of Infernal Region
Address”
I’ve spent lifetimes since my dissension
From the celestial regions of Heaven
Unceasingly castrating, manipulating,
poisoning, and tempting
The sane brainwaves of humankind with one
irreligious outcome
To form a military allegiance
On planet Earth solely unto myself
Of salvation hatred kamikazes with newly
formed
Cranial psychotic thought processes
Within the nocturnal trenches of sobriety
To the outcasts of contemporary society
I’ve offered every pleasurable vice
Souls of frozen faith to mate in the awaiting
abyss
All world religions and idols shall be
detonated
By the unstoppable atomic bomb kiss
Self inducing PCP injections heighten coma
nightmares
Of monstrous violent hallucinations of
warfare
Facial discoloration paint
Covers the naked canvas flesh expression
My puppets of the infernal infantry
Blasphemic war chants unite from every
country
To soothe my ears of chromosomal alteration
Your infernal inheritance I have saved
To the north, south, east or west you shall
be placed
Or the Angel of Death shall appear and choose
your fate
All in all, human disintegration is why I
exist
Your everlasting spiritual crucifixion I
shall not dismiss
Loved one’s memories banished here in
perdition
Your blinded eyes within
Fail miserably to repress
Your mortal addiction to sin
I’m Lucifer, the holocaust narrator of this
My “State Of The Infernal Region
Address”
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