Denver got absolutely drenched in chaos when GWAR’s “Return of GOR GOR” tour took over Summit Music Hall on November 5. By the time the house lights dropped, the pit was already a swirling mess of anticipation and beer breath with everyone in that packed sweaty room knowing exactly what kind of beautiful disaster they’d signed up for.
Blood Vulture opened the night with a slow, punishing burn. Their sound was all teeth and tar with thick, doomy riffs and vocals that sounded like they were clawing their way out of a crypt. They might be the new blood on this lineup, but they played like lifers, earning every nod from the early crowd.
Then came Dwarves, living legends of punk filth. They’ve been stirring trouble since the ’80s, and they haven’t mellowed one damn bit. Their set was quick, rude, and completely unhinged, a reminder that punk doesn’t have to be polished to hit like a punch in the throat.
Helmet followed and flipped the energy on its head, trading chaos for precision. Page Hamilton and crew tore through a set that was sharp as a buzzsaw with those drop-D riffs that hit like artillery fire. No gimmicks, no banter, just a wall of sound that left your ribcage humming.
And then… GWAR.
When those alien warlords finally stomped onto the stage, Summit exploded. It’s impossible to describe a GWAR show to someone who hasn’t lived through it, and even after living through more than one, it is incredibly difficult to explain the experience. It’s equal parts concert, bloodbath, and intergalactic comedy sketch. Fake fluids flew in every direction, decapitations and disembowelments unfolded like performance art, and front beast Blóthar the Berserker commanded the room like some deranged space messiah.
They tore through classics like “Sick of You” and “Immortal Corrupter,” threw in new material tied to The Return of GOR GOR, and kept the pit roaring the entire time. It wasn’t just loud, it was theater, satire, and spectacle wrapped in power chords and gallons of blood.
By the end, everyone looked like they’d crawled out of a B-movie apocalypse, all soaked, all smiling, and absolutely alive. GWAR doesn’t play shows; they stage invasions. And Denver took it like champions.
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