Eeek! Studio Update II:
In the immortal words of Charles Dickens, “it was the best of times, it was the worst of time…” This can also be said about our recording here at Reise’s home studio. A catastrophic blizzard has forced us to barracade the doors and feast on the remains of the once Nameless Intern, now referred to as “Dinner”. Although it has been a struggle to maintain enough energy to play our insturments we muster the courage to press on, in hopes of one day emerging from our icy prison to live again. We often think fondly of the victims of the Dyatlov Pass Incident, coping with a winter alien invasion would not be far off from our experience here. In the muted distance of a coal-warmed basement I can hear Brady softly strumming a guitar accompanied by the dedicative shouts of Tim barking his artistic vision like a starving composer grasping for his opus. If anyone is reading this please send a team of sled dogs and a dozen kerosene lamps, its going to be a long night.