“It’s not a funny story,” frontman Bryan Garris grimaced when we sat down with the band to broach the tale they had been teasing in the Oldham County woods earlier this summer. “It really freaked us out…
“We went to the studio in Belleville across two separate sessions, so that we could be secluded and focus by ourselves. We would wake up, eat breakfast, write, eat lunch, write, eat dinner... and the guys go to bed while I went to my room to write lyrics by myself until the early hours. It was winter, so we didn’t even want to go outside.
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“One day, everyone except Cole (Crutchfield, guitar) had finished writing and gone downstairs to the separate space where we’d make food and play videogames. Cole was in the studio by himself and phoned Pacsun (aka Kevin Kaine, drummer) to get him to ask Randy – one of the studio techs – whether he could take one of his Polars. Pacsun pretended to put the phone on hold, but when he came back he could hear this strange old-fashioned music and the sound of a woman laughing. Cole was still on the line, but didn’t hear any of it. Pacsun was a little uneasy after that.
“The next day, we started writing late. We were joking around, fucking with Pacsun, telling him there was a woman in the walls out to get him, so we decided we should write a ‘scary’ song. We just turned off all the lights, lit some candles and set about it. As we’re writing, we keep thinking we’re hearing stuff, or seeing things out of the corner of our eyes, but we convince ourselves our minds are just playing tricks, getting us creeped out. Then Pacsun’s headphone’s start picking up that weird radio signal and he jumps up freaking out because something touched his leg. It’s not uncommon for amps to pick up stray radio-signals, but when he noticed that the crucifix charm from his bracelet had somehow come detached despite being totally undamaged we all began to wonder. He had to disassemble it to put it back on!”