Another year, another dose of Gwar and once again, the House of Blues was the sight of Gwar’s battlefield here on Earth.
The Casualities once again supported Gwar and once again kicked much ass doing it. There’s not a lot of frill to The Casualties – none at all, in fact. They’re straight up old school punk, ripped straight off the streets of New York. They blasted through their barrage of Exploited-tinged punk, imploring the crowd to join in the anthemic choruses one moment and berating them into pummeling each other the next. There aren’t a whole lot of acts that can hold people’s attention opening for heavy-hitters like Gwar, but The Casualties showed again that…well…they aren’t impressed. Definitely check them out if you’re a fan of old 80s punk and don’t miss them live.
The untimely passing last year of Flattus Maximus (aka Cory Smoot), threw the Gwar camp into disarray in every conceivable way, including their touring. Determined to continue on, they braced for another tour as a four-piece unit. Having finally secured a new scumdog, Cleveland would be the last night that the four-piece Gwar would take the stage. The sound was stripped down without the two guitar attack and the show was the same set and storyline as last year’s tour, but the room full of Gwarriors didn’t seem to mind. Oderus acknowledged more than once that they were doing the same show again, but everybody knew why and no one has ever complained about seeing the guys in Gwar do what they do so well more than once. As always, they blasted through the standards, as well as last year’s material while disembowling, bludgeoning and decpaitating their way through a laundry list of people that most of us would like to do the same to. All the while, promising bigger and better things to come. At this point, there’s not a lot that can be said about Gwar that hasn’t been said before. If somehow you’ve never seen Gwar before, you need to.