By Ian Chainey

GWAR at GWAR-B-Q, 2013 (More by Josh Sisk)
GWAR
Gwar Bar

These are cynical times. If announcements pimping the unabated flow of GWAR merch have made you wince once or twice, I don't blame you. Society has conditioned that reaction. But let's preface the following crowd-funding attempt with this: Dave "Oderus Urungus" Brockie really wanted this one and it's a bummer he passed before he could see it happen. Okay? Okay. Here we go.

There might be a GWAR Bar.

Cleverly named GWARbar, the collaboration with Richmond, Virgina restauranteur Travis Croxton now has an Indiegogo page and is seeking donations. The goal has been set at $50,000 with donor perks including barstools engraved with your name ($1,000), personalized cocktails ($2,500), and their undying scorn ($1). The eatery will be stocked with the band's own GWAR beer and GWAR-B-Q sauce. The accompanying PR statement is, as they all are, amusing, noting that head chef BalSac, the Jaws of Death is a shoe-in for that Michelin star: "My mother taught me the endless secrets of intergalactic cooking. And then I ate her." Hopes are this thing turns into the Rainforest Cafe of animatronic ejaculate.

GWARbar is another development in a busy post-Brockie period for GWAR. Previously, the band announced it would be keeping its GWAR-B-Q and Riot Fest engagements, along with a stream of other opportunities to, er, come.

Horse hockey? Again, Oderus wanted this. (I will also go to this if I'm in Richmond.) You can watch the GWARbar plea, which includes kinda heartbreaking video of a stoked Brockie, below.