Brendan: Jack, why don’t you want to tell people about the new album we’ve got cooking?

Jack: I’ll tell them when the time is right.

Brendan: What time is it right now?

Jack: Three o’clock.

Brendan: But the clock on the wall says 2:10.

Jack: OK, the time is right. The ‘teurs have a lot of new songs in the works people, the writing and structure of them has dissipated and reinvigorated and many times over since we came home from our last shows.

Brendan: We got into the studio as soon as we could, or as soon as LJ would let us.

Jack: Yeah, matter of fact little Jack won’t let us do much without his blessing - and trying to get his blessing is like draining blood from a stone.

Brendan: Is that why the recording sessions were ‘drug fuelled’, Jack?

Jack: I was just kidding when I said that Brendan, don’t believe everything you read. Fact of business; don’t even believe all the things I tell you when it’s just you and me in the room. If little Jack’s there though, then it’s all true.

Brendan: Well, if you consider acidophilus powder a drug, then yes the tank is full of fuel!

Jack: If I was to ever take a drug for pleasure, I would want that drug to be aspirin for all the headaches I get from second hand acidophilus powder and flax seed smoke.

Goldenfiddle: Haha!!! You guys are hilarious!

Brendan:…

Jack:…

Goldenfiddle: Playing off each other like a regular Brad Pitt and George Clooney in Ocean’s 13! Did you guys see that movie? It RULES!

Brendan:…

Jack:…

Goldenfiddle: Seriously, you guys! This is great stuff! So fucking funny. You guys should, like, do an album of just you two, like, talking. Like a comedy album, but just hanging out! Like, just chatting, shooting the shit. You know? Oh, man. We’d buy that shit in a second! This is fucking GOLD, you guys! Haha!!!

(via NME)