It all started one hot summer in Seattle. It was there, in the stultifying doldrums of Northwest that THE THEM coagulated from a puddle of vomit, beer and semen to form the Unholy alliance that would spread a disease throughout the Northwest. THE THEM's current mutation comes in the form of Joseph Christ on Vocals, Jimmy Beam on Guitars, Sethalicious on Bass and Johnny Jersey on Drums..

Since their appearance THE THEM have been bloodying up stage and audience with their fabulously toxic musical alchemy, a putrefied mixture of horror punk, hardcore and metal, resonating behind the depraved rantings of a madman, coupled with blood and brain matter, and an intensity of personal charisma not seen since vats of grape Kool-Aid were gulped down in Jonestown. THE THEM are here and they require you to accept them as your personal Savior.

The band is continually playing and recording and you will placate yourselves by attending their live shows, where the pestilence and anomalies of the space-time continuum string themselves together and fuck with your DNA so that, if you are drunk enough, you leave a profoundly changed person. The band does not guarantee that this change will be for the better.