If you've never met the monster, Oderus Urungus is Gwar's lead vocalist and frontman. He is not a human named Dave Brockie. He is a murderous extraterrestrial obsessed with the finer things in life, such as the annihilation of Earth and its overgrown population of human scum, righteous heavy-metal punk 'n' roll, and getting laid.
New Times recently called Mr. Urungus. The topics of conversation: boobs, so-called shock rock, Jerry Springer, waging war on the elderly, and shit-filled codpieces.
New Times: Hello?
Oderus Urungus: Hi, this is Oderus Urungus from the National Breast Cancer Society. In outer space, they don't call it breast cancer. They call it rotten-titty disease. Not trying to offend any women out there. Outer space is an ugly, evil place. I love tits. Any disease that gets inside of them is my enemy. Instead of fighting Gorgor or some kind of gigantic monster or robot, I'm going to fight cancer. And I'm going to do it by sucking it out.
Does Gwar work with a lot of breasts?
I work with breasts constantly. My breastwork is up there in the top ten. I'm right up there with Andre Agassi, Samuel L. Jackson, the Abominable Snowman, and Machete.
Gwar isn't regarded as "shocking" as you used to be. You were featured on Jerry Springer as a "shock rock" band. But it doesn't seem like you would fit into that category anymore.
[Springer] had it all wrong. Did you see that kid they brought out that they said was a Gwar fan with the black lipstick? That kid would have gotten his ass kicked at a Gwar show.
A lot of bands have tried to do what Gwar does. But no band has ever taken it as far as Gwar has. No one has ever out-sicked us. You think these Walmart behemoths of the music industry like Marilyn Manson or Rob Zombie are really scary people? That they have any kind of revolutionary agenda? All they care about is making money and hanging out with their director buddies as they throw gala award ceremonies to circle-jerk each other into a frenzy. Gwar is where Gwar should be: in the drawer marked filth.
Does Gwar have a revolutionary agenda?
We believe our entire fucking system is one of decrepit foulness, and the only way to really do anything about it is by wiping out the entire mistake and starting all over again.
To what extent would that wipeout go?
First, all of the humans that I hate. Then, all of the humans that helped me kill them. Then the planet itself. And then if we're lucky, all of existence.
So that would include Gwar?
Where does Gwar reside between tours?
Antarctica, of course! A lot of humans seem to think the South Pole is the North Pole and the North Pole is the South Pole. You've got it completely backwards.
So you stay at the "North Pole," but...
You think it's the bottom. But it's actually the top. We're not gonna let Santa Claus live on top of the world while we live at the bottom.
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Do you have any contact with Santa Claus?
I'm saving him for our "Let's Kill the Old" campaign, when Gwar will declare war on old people.
What is Oderus Urungus's connection to the band Death Piggy?
There's this human that goes by Dave Brockie, and his responsibility is to clean the rancid fecal matter out of my armored codpiece — when I chose to wear it. Basically, he's a Gwar slave. He did a band called Death Piggy a long-ass time ago, and it turned into Gwar. I'll lie to you and tell you that's not true. I would love to choke the life out of that little fucker, but I just can't seem to get in the same room with him at the same time.