As the Mayan Apocalypse drew ever closer, it was with a unanimous show of hands here at TVD HQ that we decided we’d wish to meet our maker inside a friendly neighborhood independent record store. And were the gates of hell to be suddenly thrust open, who would we wish to have beside us to thwart Satan’s minions? The answer was clear: GWAR’s Oderus Urungus.
Yet, we had a nagging worry. Would Oderus even fit inside say, Washington, DC’s Som Records? And if he were to fit—what of the merchandise? Might there be blood or brains (or worse) everywhere?
Well, we all know now how that Apocalypse thing turned out. (Feels sorta silly now, huh?)
But what of Som? Did it…survive?