There’s a place where everyone can be a queen — or a fire-breathing, horned space monster — and that spirit sits at the heart of Chappell Roan’s breakout anthem “Pink Pony Club.” In a delightfully unhinged crossover moment, GWAR has taken that message and blasted it through a wall of distortion, proving once again that no song is safe from their theatrical metal makeover.
In a recent installment of The A.V. Club’s Undercover series, released on Thursday (Jan. 15), the shock-metal veterans unleashed their own savage take on the glossy dance-pop hit. Staying true to their intergalactic personas, the band performed in full costume while transforming Roan’s bubbly original into a relentless assault of crunching guitars, thunderous drums, and throat-shredding vocals. For added absurdity, guitarist Mike Derks — better known as Balsac the Jaws of Death — even strapped a pink hobby horse to his armor, leaning fully into the song’s playful aesthetic.
Frontman Mike Bishop, performing as Blöthar, bellows the now-iconic lyrics with snarling intensity: “God, what have you done? / You’re a pink pony girl / And you dance at the club.” What was once a joyous pop confession becomes a defiant metal roar, without losing the heart of the song’s celebration of self-expression.
The cover arrives just ahead of GWAR’s 2026 tour launch in March. Running through late April, the band’s Gor-Gor Strikes Back Tour promises its usual brand of chaos as it storms cities across the U.S., proudly vowing to “destroy your town.” Fans can also revisit The Return of Gor Gor, the band’s seven-track release that landed in July.
Meanwhile, Chappell Roan has taken a quieter approach to 2026 after a whirlwind year on the road in 2025. Her momentum remains undeniable, though, following two major Billboard Hot 100 successes last year. “The Giver” climbed to No. 5 in March, while “The Subway” made an even bigger splash, debuting at No. 3 in August.
For fans of pop, metal, or glorious musical mayhem somewhere in between, Watch GWAR transform Chappell Roan’s hit into a face-melting pink pony mosh pit — a reminder that genre boundaries are meant to be smashed, preferably with a guitar and fake blood.
