Gwar are an institution. Their goofy mix of self-effacing shenanigans and absolute earnestness–coupled with their impressive musicianship and consummate showmanship–is the exact kind of solution that gets right down into my core and warms it. Sure that solution is probably made from space jizz and the blood of fellow concertgoers, but it still feels warm nonetheless. I am an avowed and devoted acolyte of our lords and masters in Gwar, however, and would probably sell someone else’s vital limbs to become their official photographer. So don’t listen to me; check out the photos below.