Trust me. I do not know either. I think I was taken by the absurd album cover and then forced to sit in some dingy basement that smelled like rubber and cigarette smoke. Templar is wild and they trade in a lot of things in exchange for fireworks. Some of those things include sound quality, song structure, and most of their clothes. The result, however, is an explosion of primal emotion which feels like being drunk on demonic spirits. If you are already onto the filthy slime ridden work of Shitfucker and those other midwest splatterpunks, then this might not be that far off. It is funny to say that even Shitfucker seems more put together than Templar which always shouts in conversation, is unpredictable, but always the spectacle.