DON’T TELL BETSY’S HORRIFIC, MEGA-SCARY HALLOWEEN THING!

Hold onto your really scary hats, boys and girls. We’re presenting the bitchinest Halloween song ever to drizzle down a sewer pipe to rip out your neck flesh.

This is The Undead (You can’t much more Halloween that that, can you?) Guest vocals by Kat from Croatia. (If you close your eyes, and she lays on her accent thick, she sounds just like Dracula’s sister) This is scary fucking stuff! Gregg plays the zombie. There’s even a zombie in this video. We went all out for our Halloween theme. We spared no expense below 200 hundred dollars. This thing was massive. Scorsese would have shit his pants just contemplating the enormity of our grandeur.



Now some horrifying Halloween pics to scare you shitless.

Holy fuck!!! This guy is 61 this week. If you think you’re scared, imagine what he feels!

Kevin blissfully holding up “WATER FROM HELL!!!!” He went to drink it and it pounced down his throat like a demented cat and sucked out his uvula. (That’s not nearly as pleasant as it sounds!)

What’s that in his ear? Oh my GOD!!! Shove a fucking crowbar in there before it escapes and eats us all!!!!

“Oh NO!!!! The Christmas Wrapping Creature is eating Kevin’s face off. For the love of all that’s holy, somebody stop it!!!!!”

Sure they look happy here. This was just before Carissa stripped down to her underwear and a guy in a hockey mask cut off both her thumbs and shoved them up into her brain through her nose!!!! (Ellis did nothing to come to her aid)

The two on either side of me were mercilessly and indescribably slaughtered over a number of unendurable hours of agony and torment. Luckily I was spared.

Darrell would have gotten a picture of the acid drooling demon that burst up through the floor boards and tore Dan to pieces with it razor sharp, blood red teeth, but he couldn’t quite figure out the flash in time.

This is Carissa just before she plucked out her own eyes in a desperate attempt to wipe away the vision of Ellis’ bent-over-ass-crack from her decimated brain.

This is Kevin being possessed by a very mellow demon.

“Sure my eyes are glowing from the brimstone of hell’s darkest and unholiest furnace, but is my lipstick on right?”

“Nevermind, I found my mirror”

“How come the drummer is always has to be the blood sacrifice to the avenging gods? A bass player couldn’t have his throat slashed on an alter once in awhile?

“I wonder if bits of their flayed and roasted corpses would be a good pizza topping,”

“Shit, I think I just hacked up everyone with my big motherfucking axe, who’s going to take my picture, holding up their severed fucking heads?”

“Well, the votes are in. Guess who has to die?”

“I am Windinka, Goddess of the Dark and most savage and merciless of the Unctar! Buy the Undead MP3 now from Amazon or Itunes or you will feel the wrath of a million disemboweled screams. It’s only 99 cents. When you consider the alternative, it’s more than worth it.”

Shabby Road Studios Presents!! Don’t Tell Betsy – On My Mind

We finally have a new song ready to release to you, our dearest public! We may never know its like again. This, is rock and roll at its finest. It takes no prisoners. It makes no excuses. It sweats and bleeds like a Cathy Lee Gifford sweat-shop worker.
Ears have been specifically designed to receive the kind of aural information that we have produced to perfection in this recording. We spent decades researching this before we wrote and recorded a note of this song.  We took advantage of every new technology.  Thus, this song can be heard at many different levels, depending on what volume you set your computer speaker to. It’s multi-purpose, multi-platform and multi-orgasmic with a crossover format potentiality that dwarfs all known and yet to be unforeseen media platform, crossover purposes.
So without further ado, or pre-now momentary highlighting, here is the band, the song, the movement, the legend. (It’s also quite catchy!)
And after watching this classic video, please pass it on to friends and family so that we can become as big as Rebecca Black.



If you'd like to purchase this wonderful song, please click on the cute little icon below. Buy it friends, neighbours and the pets of your neighbours. Goldfish can be surprisingly musical, once you get to know them.



We’d also like to take this opportunity to welcome our newest member, keyboardist, Johan Sendjaja.

Also: Many thanks to Daniel K. for his invaluable instrumental and mixing contributions to the song. If you need stuff mixed, go to this guy. He can do it over the internet!


We’d also like to thank Aaron T. for his magical fingers on the piano and other keys ont his song. Aaron also does amazing keyboard arrangements and recordings over the internet. Hire him yourselves!


And monster thanks to Barry Fasman of Sanctuary Entertainment for his immeasurable help with recording the vocals and harmony arrangements. You have to be in L.A. to use his fantastic know-how but he will send you very rude emails, free of charge, over the internet.


PLUS!!!

Here is the latest Death of the Author Brigade video.

Simple Song


And here’s the latest song by Death of the Author Brigade:

'Boy Next Door' is a bouncy little tune about a girl taking "Being Neighborly" to the next level. Who lives across the lawn from you?



And here is Don’t Tell Betsy’s latest video. Enjoy the spectacle.


Plus!!! Here is the seventh spectacular Don’t Tell Betsy promo for our upcoming video: Collect them!

Plus!! Don't Tell Betsy's brand new single, "The Way I Do". Give it a listen.





If you'd like to own this song, it be available below.














And on I-tunes

Download "The Way I Do" from iTunes:

The Way I Do

Don't Tell Betsy

Shabby Road Studios About to Premiere New Song

Get ready folks!  A brand new Don't Tell Betsy song is about to make its debut.  Seventeen hundred studio hours in the making, this song promises to be everything that Andy Dick isn't.  No expense was spared in bringing you this recording that you're not going to hear in this blog.  But boy, when you do hear it, you're gonna say, "Wow! That is nothing like Andy Dick at all".  And you'll be right.  So without further ado, here are some pictures of Shabby Road Studios during the making of this epic song...which you'll eventually here, but not now.



The purest of waters is but putrefied sludge compared to the noble, blessed, musical heart of our beloved guitarist. That is why 4 out of five doctors recommend drinking Kevin's heart over Evian.



“Oh my God! I just remembered who I had sex with last night.”



Sometimes a man has to stand alone. But it usually takes Ellis two to three hours to realize that he’s standing alone. Then he gets quite lonely.



Although the rest of her is still single, Carissa’s left nostril was married at a very young age.



“Hmmm. If sound can’t travel through a vacuum, why are vacuum cleaners so darned noisy?”



“Seven thousand bands in L.A. and I have to end up with Dick and the three Wads.”



“Oh please, dear Lord. If you could just whack Ellis. He’s so very old and I hear Tommy Lee is single again.”




Ellis seriously considers buying a product called, “Groupie In A Tube.”



This is what the rest of the band looks like to Carissa.



Trying to contain Kevin’s talent in one room, is like trying to hold the wind in your hand. Like trying to kiss a river. Like trying to give nuggies to the moon. Like….ah fuck it, he’s really good.


“If I can just get into these two fuckers’ wills, then I am golden.”



The band’s massive investment in a bra-piercing camera proved to be a huge disappointment.



Carissa checks out the 793 pictures that the band has taken of her during rehearsal, trying to find one that includes her face.



This pretty well fucking says it all.

Here is the latest Death of the Author Brigade video.

Simple Song


And here is Death of the Author Brigade’s brand new song.

'Boy Next Door' is a bouncy little tune about a girl taking "Being Neighborly" to the next level. Who lives across the lawn from you?



And here is Don’t Tell Betsy’s latest video. Enjoy the spectacle.


Plus!!! Here is the seventh spectacular Don’t Tell Betsy promo for our upcoming video: Collect them!

Plus!! Don't Tell Betsy's brand new single, "The Way I Do". Give it a listen.





If you'd like to own this song, it be available below.














And on I-tunes

Download "The Way I Do" from iTunes:

The Way I Do

Don't Tell Betsy

Shabby Road Studios returns to Sanctuary Entertainment

Well folks, Don’t Tell Betsy was back at Sanctuary Entertainment and we weren’t taking any prisoners. We are deep, deep, deep into the recording of two new songs. (She Already Knows and On My Mind) Thousands of man hours have been spent to ensure that you, the listening public, get the finest musical product modern technology and 73 dollars will buy. Now you are about to gaze upon the glory that is musical Rome.



Just before we start the recording session, Barry takes one last look at his bank account online to see if he really has to put up with these assholes for the next 4 hours.



While on a small break, Carissa is suddenly transported back to her nightly fantasies about the Tin Man’s hat funnel.



Kevin stands resplendent and calm. The wisdom of the Gods lay beneath his sublimely quaffed pate. There are no words to describe, nor song to adequately herald his ultimate supremeness.



Ellis waits for just the right moment, to jump up like an avenging angel and sucker-punch Barry in the back of the head.



Big D. tries to figure out how much the band would save on the session if he stole all the toilet paper from Barry’s studio bathroom.



“Where the fuck did they find a goat in Encino?”


Darrell suddenly realizes that the goat video wasn’t going to work and it was now eating Barry’s Pekinese.




This is the only way Carissa can record her vocals and keep members of the band from licking her.



“Hey Barry, I think your gold clock is busted, man?”




“For some reason, my boobs smell like Aspercreme.”



Darrell and Ellis wait for the perfect moment to tell Barry that they don’t have any money.



“Boy, if I were David Carradine, I could just chop his fucking head off with my hand and fill up this empty coke bottle with his spurting blood!”



Ellis dreams of a day when he’s so famous that he can always dress like Corporal Lebeau from Hogan’s Heroes.



The morning sun only rises so that it may catch a glimpse of his comely countenance. The moon and the mighty ocean work in tandem so that the tide may humbly lap at his blessed feet. Though empires may rise and fall and towering fortresses crumble to dust, the name of Kevin shall forever remain in the hearts of man.



Carissa after three drinks.


Carissa after three and a half drinks.


And here is Don’t Tell Betsy’s latest video. Enjoy the spectacle.


Plus!!! Here is the seventh spectacular Don’t Tell Betsy promo for our upcoming video: Collect them!

Plus!! Don't Tell Betsy's brand new single, "The Way I Do". Give it a listen.





If you'd like to own this song, it be available below.














And on I-tunes

Download "The Way I Do" from iTunes:

The Way I Do

Don't Tell Betsy

Promo #6



Promo #5