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There's drummer Michael Lenzi, a long-term patient who believes he's Robert Smith. There's Seth Cohen and Pat O'Connell, two deranged guitar lunatics who we've been keeping under constant restraint since they started using circle saws, cowbells and moles as plectrums. If you hang around they'll probably sing three different songs to the same tune on '3 Stars' later on: one about turning into an answering machine, one about a psychotic urge to buy laptops and one about the advantages of masturbation over having friends.
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