Ahhh, all yall are going to be so pleased when your hear the new heat... patience...its coming...and you'll love us for it. Its like haveing someone going down on your ears, and you don't even have to return the favor, or call, just take a deep breath, lean your head back and say "Ahhh ...Zamoobafooooooob!"

So yeah, we've been in the studio for a few weeks, but does that stop us? Hell nah, we wrote a new song anyways, last week...just like that, more saucy goodness. And because we are such professional mens of class, leisure and fine cold delicious beverages that cost less than anything worth owning - we're almost done. like that, one night.

It started when some guy named "New Charlie" broke in and locked himself in the drum booth and started banging the tubs like he was Hugh Hefner and them was some blonde 20 year olds. The Viagra drum sessions is what they should have called it, that shit was hard.

Strange folk hang out around the studio. Some Elton John wannabe stumbled in with a bad haircut and Bud Light on his Breath. Said he was looking for the late night Benny and the Jets Anonymous Meeting. We were like WTF, and told him to play bass or die! He played... sounded pretty nice and precise. We kicked his ass anyway.

Later on, some crimson haired Viking rolled up on his motorized steed, weilding two axes...six-string for the cut, 7-string for the slashing motion. He claimed he could play guitar. "SHRED!!" we yelled -- but he opted for the power balad instead. Eddie Wu and Dasher held up their lighters, all i had a was a book of matches from the Gold Club, i held it high with pride, burnt my finger, damn.

More and more guitar parts ensued. Layers and layers and even more layers...it was like a bad Shrek anology of an onion and Ogers. Edward took a nap on the couch while visions of sugar plumbs danced in his head -- that's band jargon for dreaming up ill parts for him to lace the song up with. I bet it will sound crazy sick, like Optimus Prime putting a beat down on StarScream in a battle over the last Energon Cube.

Dasher is a scratch track master. He laid it down in one take and then had to manage all his hoe's on the celly the rest of the night, all while getting a proper fade on. I swear, he is a new jack David Lee Roth. I wish he'd do those crazy spread eagle leg kick jumps on stage. Don't you? If so vote here... we're starting the campaign now!