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Gwar at Revolution
The Scumdogs of the Universe Go on a South Florida Getaway
October 6, 2010
Revolution Live, Ft. Lauderdale, FL
Review by Abraham Mizrahi
Photos by Adam McCormick
“Hey man, could you grab me some energy drinks while you’re in there? Not the regular ones either I need the ‘b.f.c’s (big freaking cans)’ for this one, as big as they come,“ I overheard in the convenience store outside Revolution Live only minutes before the GWAR show.
Already hyped up, fans attempted to force as much liquid energy and excitement into their bodies as possible, knowing this would be their only way to survive the impending concert/gore fest/all out brawl.
Upon entering the club I was greeted by the opening act, Mobile Death Camp, already in full force screaming at the crowd. Just like the two other opening bands that followed, Mobile Death Camp put on a very traditional heavy metal show. The only theatrics brought to the table were the mohawks on their heads and the spit coming from their mouths, giving us little forewarning for what the rest of the show would bring.
As locally grown Infernaeon took the stage, the stakes were quickly raised when the lead singer exclaimed “Let’s let everyone know that South Florida is still the Hollywood of the hardcore scene.” This pseudo challenge prompted the first mosh pit of the night, and much like a tropical storm, it started small, rapidly gaining intensity and growing throughout the venue as the force amplified.
Following the third and final opener, The Casualties, the crowd finally reached its maximum size, and we prepared ourselves for the impending chaos. The lights dimmed, the filler music faded, and what once was the stage for a heavy metal concert soon became the stomping ground for a gang of larger than life monsters...or aliens, I'm not really sure.
The mosh pit had now grown to the force of a Category 5 storm and took over the better part of of Revolution. The crowd of moshers that once contained its fair share of girls and kids who'd been dropped off by their parents raged at full power, resembling a UFC match as limbs flailed and bodies collided.
The monsters of GWAR marched to their places on stage, but were soon interrupted by last election's Vice Presidential hopeful, Sarah Palin. The monsters wasted no time addressing this interruption, exclaiming that they were going to ensure that she never become President and ruin America. To guarantee this, the members of GWAR engaged Palin in a rousing political debate. I'm just kidding, that'd be ridiculous, everyone knows intergalactic space monsters would embarrass Palin more than Katie Couric in any sort of intellectual discussion. Instead, the band swiftly dismembered the former Alaskan Governor as their signature hardcore thrash music kicked in, finally time to start the show.
While Mrs. Palin was ripped limb from limb her blood and guts rained on the crowd; no one was safe as her insides covered the audience. The carnage never ceased, on stage or off, even when the band played. The mosh pit had now grown to the force of a Category 5 storm and took over the better part of of Revolution. The crowd of moshers that once contained its fair share of girls and kids who'd been dropped off by their parents raged at full power, resembling a UFC match as limbs flailed and bodies collided.
Up on stage the carnage continued as Lady Gaga, wearing a toilet themed costume, wandered onto the stage. Gaga, shown the same level of hospitality as the now late Sarah Palin, was slashed apart by the GWAR front man, all while his enormous genitals spewing red and green liquids swayed violently. Assisting in the destruction of Lady Gaga was a dog from Michael Vick's legendary dog fighting training camp. With the demon dog on stage, the blood, other bodily fluids, and general carnage reached a high point as the band of costumed monsters played their hits “Damnation Under God” and “Beat You to Death.” After one encore and plenty more gore, the self proclaimed "Scumdogs of the Universe” gave the exhausted crowd all that they could handle, sending us home to clean our now filthy clothes.
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