Whoa baby! When those Bogus Bros. premiere a music video, they premiere a damn music video. Yes, locals JEFF the Brotherhood have been dominating your news feed lately — with their
impressivenew We Are the Champions, a pair of
sweet opening spotson
some solid bills, a bummer of a
gear theftand a bummer of a
merch loss— but
debuting such a primo music video via P4kearns the Brothers Orrall yet another post.
Let's say you're a label exec at a company like ... I dunno, Warner Brothers, and somebody puts a music-video treatment on your desk that reads as follows: "A mean ride cruising the streets of Music City and a buxom babe — decked out in nothing but a pair of jhorts — spewing blood onto some Orrall faces." You'd green-light the hell out of it, right?
Update: As we previously reported, JEFF the Brotherhood's deal with Warner won't kick in until their next record. A colleague just happened to think my label-exec joke might be misleading. So, you know, don't be misled. Also, props to local filmmaker Michael Carter and his crew. They're responsible for this brazen, breast-brandishing bloodbath.
