Oh, what is this unholy noise? Could it be
I know, I know… The obvious jokes aside, it’s the wrong religion, anyway. It should be this guy, instead:
He’s funny enough without the face tattoo.
To very loosely condense one of the central tenets of Scientology, a Thetan is a human spirit or soul, sort of. That is, if a soul is a millennia-old being-that-isn’t-a-being that used to have godlike powers and got bored with that and decided to become a person, but not really a person, and… Well, that’s enough of that. It’s a soul. Let’s go from there.
And if a Thetan is a soul, then the soul of this Thetan is the godlike power of pure aggression stuck in the MEST world shell of hardcore-slash-powerviolence. It’s loud, ugly, raw, dark, and intensely pissed-off, a violent abrasive catharsis for a Nashville-based duo that can certainly (bass-and-)drum up one hell of a racket.
This type of roughshod and relentless hardcore tickles my grind fancy, so I’ll admit that I’m partial to this particular noise. If emotive, noisy, and vicious hardcore floats your boat, then Thetan is well within your wheelhouse. And if not… well, my friend, maybe you’re lacking a soul… or something.
“This is how occultists say, ‘Hey, we’re Satanists, and we’re partying’,” declares the opening of “Sell You A Dream,” the soundbite snagged from a ridiculous early 90s police training video. So turn it up and let’s party — just don’t tell the old lady up top.