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The anticipation was both palpable and unspoken.  The collective combination of hope and grief was evident on the faces on the gathered throng.  Still, it was undeniable that less human fodder had assembled to stand in front of GWAR.  Whether that was the product of a cold, snowy night when people are Christmas poor or whether it was the manifestation of doubt about GWAR’s ability to continue in the wake of their founder’s death was uncertain, but the brave masses rolled into the venue hoping for the best.

After so many years of constant tours, going to a GWAR show is now like visiting an old friend. There will be some new stories to be sure, but you know when you arrive, it’s going to be a jovial retelling of some of the same old classics.

As time goes by, it becomes increasingly difficult to do reviews of GWAR albums. The simple fact is, there are only so many ways in common English that you can say “well, it sounds like GWAR.” Amidst all the blood and fluids that GWAR has dispensed over the last thirty years (or thereabouts, which seems unbelievable,) the band has quietly been highly prolific, never waiting more than three years to unleash a new album on their faithful followers.

It was, as Billy Joel famously sang, a pretty good crowd for a Saturday. Worcester, Massachusetts was enjoying the throes of the Rock and Shock Festival, a multi day event that had come down to this: Legacy of Disorder, Cancer Bats, DevilDriver and naturally, GWAR. Who else would be appropriate for such an occasion but those undisputed lords of shock and awe?

Cory Smoot's untimely and unexpected death was just another blow to a heavy metal community that had struggled through the deaths of James "The Rev" Sullivan, Peter Steele, Paul Gray and Ronnie James Dio. The loss of GWAR's most prominent axe-man caused the holding of breath, the first truly serious press releases from Dave Brockie in recent memory and ultimately the retirement of the Flattus Maximus character, a heretofore untold step in the pantheon of GWAR's fictional story and real-life history.

GWAR guitarist Cory Smoot, known in the band under the alias "Flattus Maximus" was found dead on the group's tour bus just prior to their crossing into Canada. His cause of death has not been released.

Smoot's age was not immediately available, but several media agencies have listed it as 34. Smoot had been playing the part of Maximus since 2002, and debuted with the band on 2004's "War Party."

There's a brand spanking new "Skyline" clip on the tubes and it makes me wonder why this film isn't getting more buzz. Or maybe it is and I'm just out of touch. Are Go-Bots still cool? What's the hot gossip around the roller rink?

There's something scary as crap about a field of corn. Maybe it's all those "Children of the Corn" movies I watched as a kid. Or maybe it's my ungodly fear of manual labor. Whatever it is. "The Fields" looks spooky and the trailer is now up for your peepers. Watch it from the comfort of your cushy office job where you can surf the net all day.

A slew of different directors are being considered for the upcoming "Ouija" film and much to my surprise the film is actually being backed by Hasbro and Universal. And here I was thinking it was going to be some ridiculous low budget romp loosely based on a kid's game. I stand corrected, it won't be low budget at all!

15 years ago if you would of told me that someday GWAR would be appearing on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon I would have laughed in your face, and also I'd probably ask who Jimmy Fallon was. But tonight my friends dreams become reality and the Scumdogs of the Universe will take the stage. I think I might cry.

I realize that everything I am about to say sounds like unabashed nonsense. It probably is. Bear with me.

So, self-described undisputed kings of splatter-metal GWAR had come to the conclusion that being addicted to crack and living endlessly at the behest of manager Sleazy P. Martini was no life for a god. So, procuring a Scumdog spaceship, they played their last on Earth and headed to their old stomping ground in the stars.

I couldn’t let this get by without a review. I kept holding it on the back burner, with the mindset that I would get to it eventually. Well, that time is now.

Okay, I admit it. I am the one guy that actually has bought a couple GWAR albums. Yes, me. I’m the one. So anyway, “Lust in Space.”