Bobble Tiki feels like he really “gets” the Voodoo Organist, you know? He feels like they’re soul brothers, of some sort — not in an afro shag carpet sense, but like they were meant to hang together — to kick it. Bobble Tiki always feels the draw of sin when he sees the Voodoo Organist lined up to play another show at Hell’s Kitchen, and with just such an occasion on tap for Thursday, March 26, Bobble Tiki once again has the devil’s voice in his ear.

Drink that boxed wine. Double dip that chip. Take that nap. Scratch that itch.

Bobble Tiki hears it loud and clear, and it’s no wonder. The Voodoo Organist has powers, brother — and unless you’re willing to dance in the moonlight with Satan himself, Bobble Tiki recommends finding another way to occupy your time tonight. The whale of the Voodoo Organist’s Hammond and the moan of synths will get inside you — and it just might wreck you for good.

“The devil makes me do many things. I am a man of many vices, so of course I am very tempted by all the fun things in life — sex, drugs, rock and roll. Am I better or worse for it? I ask myself that on a daily basis,” says Scott Wexton, the band’s driving, key-pounding force. “I try to co-exist with my demons.”

Wexton is joined in the Voodoo Organist by drummer Robin Kennon. Together the two-piece from the deserts of California travel the land, infecting willful ears with a thrilling touch of darkness.

“For me, touring can be a love/hate relationship,” relates Wexton. “Robin and I always joke we’re alcohol-fueled robots. That can be a vicious circle because at night it feels so good to pound away drinks, but then you pay for it the next day. And you have to get drunk to start feeling normal again and make it through the next night.”

The Voodoo Organist will play Hell’s Kitchen tonight. Consider yourself warned.

[Hell’s Kitchen, with Swampy Draws, Thursday, March 26, 9 p.m., $5, 3829 Sixth Ave., Tacoma, 253.759.6003]