The ‘splash zone’ at the GWAR concert is about to get a whole new meaning — if you CATCH MY DRIFT!
GWAR have crowned a new front woman (a co-front person technically, joining vocalist Blothar) tastefully named — VULVATRON! ! !
It’s no secret that metal’s demographics still skew heavily towards straight white cis men, but this decade has marked a definite shift; audiences are diversifying. But there is still a lot of work to be done. Representation matters, and now, all of a sudden, there’s a big, brash, bold new female personality on stage with a legendary band. Moreover, she’s just as gross and goofy as her male bandmates, whether she’s slaying dinosaurs or disemboweling Nazi skinheads onstage or drenching her minions with the aforementioned boob-blood (a move which, as a bit of trivia, references Slymenstra’s past crotch-spewing exploits).
Vulvatron’s costume is skimpy, but so are those of her bandmates; it’s not a Gwar show unless everyone’s arse is out. She occupies a powerful role. She’s nobody’s girlfriend, or groupie or background dancer; Vulvatron is in charge. She gets to be a monster instead of a princess, and that is immensely important for younger girls who are just starting to explore heavy metal.
There really is no better way into my heart than disembowelling Nazi skinheads for entertainment purposes. Or boob blood. Vulvatron had me at “Hello.” Welcome aboard the role model club!