When: Wed., Nov. 5, 7 p.m. 2014
Gwar, which plays on Wednesday at the Regency Ballroom (1290 Sutter St., San Francisco), has been a band of metal-loving, intergalactic misanthropes since Ronald Reagan’s presidency. And ever since Reagan, Gwar has slaughtered the likeness of every president on stage and doused audiences in the resultant gore. The crowds love it. Extraterrestrials dismembering politicians and celebrities on stage, and then turning to the audience for more folks to defile. Gwar shows are enduring, popular, and one of a few environments which coax out attendees’ latent deviance and push political agendas into spectacular absurdity. When Gwar was spotlighted in the “shock rock” witch hunts of the 1990s, the band took the opportunity — in full freak regalia — to say smart things about youth culture. Earlier this year, the tragic death of Dave Brockie, the man behind Oderus Urungus, left Gwar without any original members. But since adding Vulvatron as a fierce, full-fledged “scumdog,” it’s as if, after felling so many politicians, Gwar is out to slaughter patriarchy next.