GWAR: Orgasmageddon #3 (Dynamite Entertainment)
Okay. Alright. Not quite sure how to start this, because GWAR isn’t a band or an experience so much as a time and place, a hellscape dimension between rock and metal and exists through sheer willpower and insanity. GWAR is, GWAR is not, GWAR becomes. It’s… it’s a thing.
GWAR kicked off in the mid-eighties, this metal band that took a look at the concept of pumping everything to eleven and said “fuck it, we can go higher.” The crazy thing is that they did and they made it work: GWAR has been touring ever since, using a unique blend of an alien invasion, science fiction, black magick, social commentary, political satire, and shock rock.
They are a time and place that overlaps with the reality we know and then conquers it, like some mad fae-touched nightmare locale that only brushes the world every now and again. They eat sacred cows for breakfast and put on a hell of a live show while doing it, covering screaming fanatics with blood and other juices without pity or remorse. You cannot escape a GWAR concert, but you might survive one. Buy the ticket and take the ride.
If you do, well, they regularly murder effigies of celebrities of every stripe, vivisecting American presidents and movie stars and pop singers and historical figures. They pull no punches: Al Gore and several popes have gotten the treatment. Lady Gaga and Marilyn Manson. Bill and Hillary Clinton. Adolf Hitler and Donald Trump.
They parody literature, mythology, anything they can get their talons around, and they do it with a sense of style that is hard to stomach and difficult to deny. They are the people that got a music video called Phallus in Wonderland nominated for a Grammy through sheer force of will.
Hell, they have their own annual BBQ event, GWAR-BQ, that has been running since 2009.
Not bad for a band that used to open for something called Death Piggy.
All of this is to warn you that this comic is not going to be for everyone. This is likely to be the sort of thing that Garth Ennis used to write before he fell into a hatred of the medium and the people that read it while still drawing upon that hatred because this is GWAR and they are capable of anything. Read this at your own risk. Be aware of what you are getting into. We good? You ready? Great.
The modern incarnation of GWAR is doing a little bit of time traveling to hunt down and kill an old enemy that’s gotten loose in the timestream or something. What do you want? It’s a story about GWAR mixing one part revenge to two parts bloodlust. Along the way, you’ll get to see GWAR’s influence bleed into modern innovation and more figures of history are hunted down and killed for sport before GWAR stops by a morning talk show taping, because those talk shows were things they used to do while commenting on media hypocrisy on the topics of sex and violence.
What this means for you, dear reader, is that old GWAR is going to meet new GWAR, and one of the minds behind GWAR is helping to pen this comic. That would be Matt Maguire, aka Sawborg Destructo, who is bringing along Matt Miner of Liberator and Critical Hit notoriety. It’s a good fit, obviously. The art is being handled by Jonathan Brandon Sawyer and the mad orgy of GWAR itself.
This is going to be weird, but if you like the weird you are going to love this way too much.