Time seemed to stand still as the clock crawled toward 9:50. The anticipation inside the Vogue was electric, every second stretching longer than the last. Then, out of nowhere, a fan wearing an Oderus Urungus mask rose from the crowd and began chanting the band’s name like a battle cry. It spread fast. Voices joined in, a chorus of chaos calling GWAR to the stage. You could feel the energy surge through the room as fans shook with excitement. Fists in the air and ready for whatever insanity was about to unfold. When the clock finally struck 9:50, the wait was over. GWAR In Vancouver had arrived. The pit erupted into a sea of surfers as thousands of metal-heads surged forward. Eager to thrash, collide, and embrace whatever unholy spectacle was about to unleash.