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This is it! The OFFICIAL PERSONAL HOMEPAGE of that most
malevolent midget mutilator, ODERUS URUNGUS,
lead throat-thing of the most dangerous band on this or any other planet--

Tracy Oderus

Oderus Urungus, lead singer of shock rock band Gwar, has been booked to wrestle former ECW wrestler Tracy Smothers at the Schoenbaum Amphitheater, Coonskin Park, Charleston, WV on June 24th.

Oderus states: "I have no idea how I got roped into this one. I guess someone is making money off it. No matter! I will be there, with bells on, and this Tracy Smothers so-and-so is going to find out just what it's like to go toe-to toe with an intergalactic god! I just hope he shaves his armpits first."

THE TIME IS NOW! On your knees in total, groveling submission as you pay homage to the true lords of the underworld, the mighty GWAR! Unassailable in granduer, GWAR transcends the precepts of what a “band” truly is, and has become a worldwide cultural icon whose influence on our society has yet to be measured, yet it is utterly undeniable. GWAR rules! Surrender yourself to the remorseless force that is GWAR. Join GWAR as they mark the 25th year of their re-awakening on Planet Earth with their new album, “LUST IN SPACE”, coming August 18th on Metal Blade Records!

GWAR has also proclaimed August 18th the beginning of a two-year celebration marking 25 years of constant GWAR mayhem on Earth.

“The event is so colossal that the idea of a more traditional, one-year celebration seemed completely inappropriate...this one is longer...and bigger!” quoted Oderus Urungus, GWAR's lead singer, from the bands Antarctic stronghold.

GWAR is Earth's only active band hailing from outer space. They are undying heavy-metal warlords who put on quite simply the greatest show in history. This brain-melting, ear-splitting, eruption of blood, guts and savage lust is a ritual every human must endure. It has given GWAR legendary status and unrivaled respect, and left a visible blot on not only their fans but society itself.

GWAR is part of an ancient order of warriors called the Skumdogs of the Universe. They were banished to earth for a hideous array of cosmic crimes. Once here they coupled with the ape and through this bestial sexual mutation the human race was born. But this was a crime too great for GWAR's cosmic master (the Master) to ignore. He imprisoned GWAR in timeless ice, deep beneath their hulking temple in the wastes of Antarctica.

Here they slept, all the while dreaming the dreams of the humans that had grown to infest GWAR's world. But the day did come that GWAR stirred from it's ancient slumber and beheld the spectacle of what they had created. Underground figure Sleazy P. Martini, on the run, shot down over Antarctica, stumbled into GWAR's tomb at the precise moment of their re-awakening. His adroit thinking not only saved his life but got GWAR hooked on crack, and set them on the road in the form of a heavy-metal band! Here they immediately embarked on a 25-year (and counting) assault on the human race, and ultimately the Earth itself, the goal being the destruction of the human race and the actual melting of the entire planet (Oderus prefers melting planets). During this time they have toured relentlessly, released a slew of albums and videos, fought off hordes of alien attackers and have caused billions of dollars in worth of property damage. Yet despite their generally anti-social behavior, GWAR has inspired a worldwide cult of supporters and followers, ready to give their lives at a moments notice.

ODERUS EXPERIENCES “LUST IN SPACE”, THE NEW GWAR ALBUM, OUT THIS SUMMER!

What follows is a note from ODERUS URUNGUS, ruler of Earth, lead singer of GWAR, and possibly the most deluded being on the planet...a being so clever that he at this moment is posing as me, the person (Oderus Urungus), that is writing this...

For some time I have devoted my leisure activity to a long-cherished goal, that of fucking a living blue-whale. Many carcasses I had violated in search of this inane pleasure, and it was good, until I realized that once again The Masters was on. In recent years I have relished the rape and murder of international golfing celebrities at what is undoubtedly golf's most prestigious event. Despite the PGA's denial of my wrath (they only show heavily-edited footage), I recently descended on Augusta and left nothing but corpses in my wake. Indeed, Tiger Woods butchered carcass was served at the Champions Banquet, and I made Fuzzy Zoeller eat it! And also my dick...

But all pleasures soon bore, so I was relieved beyond belief that we recently began work on our new album, “LUST IN SPACE”. Once again the brothers GWAR have been joined in the creation of what can only be described as the new thing that we are working on.

FLATTUS, JIZMAK and BALSAC hard at work on GWAR's new album, “Lust in Space”, in Richmond's Karma Studio's. Why aren't I in the picture? Because I am taking it, you knob!

What tales will we tell? What wrath shall unfold? Once GWAR rose from the depths of Hell, carrying the skewered head of Jewcifer as our battle standard, to return to the surface world and embrace whatever fate had prepared for them, what the hell happened? Well, rest assured that I am not going to tell you a thing...except that when GWAR's 25th Anniversary Re-birth on Earth epic product cycle begins to drop, it's going to be nothing less than the greatest record, show, and assortment of other things you can blow ALL your money on! Oh and I can also tell you this...

GWAR is wrapping up the “Inter-Galactic Wrestling / Electile Dysfunction” show with a flurry of touring in some of our favorite shitholes! So be sure to catch GWAR on their “Fights of Spring” tour 2009, you can find the tour dates at www.gwar.net

GWAR is also invading Europe this summer, with big shows at Bloodstock (England), Total Brutality (Czech Republic), Sziget Festival, and finally the biggest metal festival in Europe, Wacken!

Greetings, human SCUM! What the fuck is up, you gravy-licking pukes, wait, you...you guys are a bunch of punks! Just look at you! Drooling and smecking and dreaming of this or any other world's greatest band, MY band, the mighty GWAR! That's good, but that won't save you from the fact that you rotten kids make me sick! Pukes, the lot of ya...

Just had to get that off my balls. Now I have to get off my balls, my obese balls. It sucks when I sit on them. Well, where to begin? I hope all of you enjoyed the facial cumshot your girlfriend got during the finale of the awesome GWAR show you sucked off a goat to get tickets to. Even when my squirming jiz ate off half her face. Look on the bright side...now you can fuck the hole!

YES—GWAR has finished their (our) triumphant “Electile Dysfunction” tour, and following the end of carnage, we returned to Antarctica on blackened, whispering wings, to find the bitter solace that only the kiss of the tomb can bring. Whores! Blasphemers, and dogs! But return to what? For the matchless grandeur of the horrific ossuary that is the TEMPLE OF GWAR was destroyed in a nuclear onslaught brought on by the legions of the Nazi Pope, at the beginning of the last album! You do remember, don't you? You bought the album, RIGHT? Time has truly run downhill since we defeated the brutish Overlord of Hell, JEWCIFER, in the foyer of his summer-home (the notorious “Brisket Barn...”) Since then we did nothing but tour, and take heads, and burn money! We spurned the sodden Earth with hoof and horn, verily. But now (then) it is at an end, and as we draw closer to the inky, ice-slashed abyss we call our home, hopefully to take our leisure and squeeze our warts, we wonder what? What awaits us?

New album? New tour? 25h anniversary of GWAR celebrations in general? Box set (box filled with poo)? TV show? Huge festivals in Europe and New Jersey? What the hell is GWAR going to do to us this year, that they haven't done already? And when does this 25th anniversary even start? Has it started already? Is it over by now? I (you) simply have to know!

Well, my sperm-smeared lovelies, you'll get nothing from me. My drug-soaked noggin' craves naught but the oblivion of the Odin-Sleep, and what I want, I get, at least the bottom half. But soon, soon my children, you will know what is to come, and what is coming, and you shall know glee. Fiddle with yourself, for a bit...but know now, you soon will know what we know now. No?