by Robert Bell
8 p.m. Revolution. $17 adv., $20 day of.
If getting covered in all manner of fake blood, vomit and, uh, God only knows what other types of disgusting bodily fluids by some dudes wearing outrageous horror costumes and playing thrash metal sounds like a good time to you, odds are you're already a fan of intergalactic scumdogs GWAR.
If you're not familiar with Oderus Urungus, Balsac the Jaws of Death and the rest of the crew, let's just say you should probably wear some clothes you don't really care about to this show. So yeah, it's GWAR, which means that squares, prudes, scolds, nags, killjoys, wet blankets, stick-in-the-muds, prigs and other uptight sorts who get offended by things like coarse language, loud guitars and getting covered in gore probably want to steer well clear of this one.
Opening up are throwback thrashers Warbeast and party-metal practitioners Wilson.