For those of you who want more, more, more of your favorite band in the studio, here it is! Access like this has never been known in the history of recorded music. We give and we give and you are the lucky recipients.
Here is Carissa doing an In-Studio promo for Discount Romance. (sure she got the name of the studio wrong, but hey, she was really drunk)
Some of you may wonder how on Earth we get such professional quality camera work on our assorted videos. I can assure you, that it is not accident. Many, many man hours (or woman hours as the case may be) are put into giving you, the MP3 buying public, the very best picture and sound that is available. This little video will bring home the lengths we go to.
Get ready folks! This is fucking mesmerizing. Discount Romance like you’ve never seen them. This is hot, fast, take-no-prisoners, studio action. This is unprecedented, grab-you-by-the-balls, high intensity mayhem at its most raw. These guys cook on a scale that is Sun hot. This is like the musical version of a Michael Bay film. Hold onto your fucking hats when you watch this sucker!
“I wonder if there would be any market for a combination marital arts and guitar playing called “Dong-Fu”?
Kent gets prepares himself for his favorite post-recording ritual. “Burying the Witnesses”.
Recording became tough when Mysterious Mammal studios was overcome by a swarm of floating, radioactive eggs.
Juan, the most religious member of Discount Romance, prays three hours each morning and night that one day, Brian Doyle Murray will face a firing squad of masturbating chimpanzees.
There is no funny caption to this picture. Those sure are a nice pair of legs though, aren't they?
Dong didn’t know the difference between Groupies and Groupon and once had a ménage et trios with two jars of discount organic face-cream.
Juan is a sandwich-aterian. He’ll eat absolutely anything if it’s between two slices of bread. Here, he's chowing down on some of Carissa's out-of-date swimwear.
“Yep, that last burrito was a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig mistake.”
Sharing a studio bathroom with five male musicians can scar a girl for life.
Kent tries to decide, if he were stranded on a desert island, which of his band mates he would eat first.
There’s nothing Dan likes better, after a hard day at the studio, than begging Carissa to perform an unnatural sex act.
Kent loves both his axes. This axe for playing delicate and beautiful ballads and the other one he has in his truck for dismembering drifters.
During the weekend in the studio, Carissa was able to triple her collection of photographs of vomiting musicians.
Quite by accident, the band discovered that the only way to get El Presidente to smile was to glue a big brown square to the back of his ear.
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