Eeek! Studio update by Julian Bowers
Well, folks, it didn’t take long. Tim and I were the last to arrive and when we opened the door, it was already complete pandemonium. Colin was in a stained bedsheet chanelling Caligula (Malcolm McDowell’s version) yelling he was God within human form. Spence’s listless body had been hoisted onto a wall with a pentagram painted on his stomach and the words, “FOOLISH MORTAL” written on his forehead. Devin and Rob were grovelling at Colin’s feet, offering him grapes and hams which they roasted overtop of a fire made from their instruments. The less said about Cody, the better. I’m just still shocked a human being could endure what happened to him.
I guess they had the idea that since the session would invariably end in disaster, they decided to just go ahead start the mayhem themselves before anything else happened. Tim, after a few moments of stunned horror, shruggged his shoulders and decided to join in and start flogging Devin and Rob while Colin laughed maniacally at the heavens. I sipped a beer. It’s complete debauchery. Madness.
And to think we only wanted to record some songs.
Please send us photos of our loved ones. Or Red Bull. Preferably Red Bull.
[We’re serious about the red bull -Ed.]