Just More Proof

Ok, I have been procrastinating my AI project for the last few days, and in my latest attempts I stumbled back to the website of one of my favorite bands, Electric Six. As I looked down the news page something caught my eye. They had a section of FAQ for 2009 that just blew my mind. I think that the first question really gives you an idea of who is actually in this band. Ill reproduce the question and answer here for all of you.

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Q. I am a music reviewer and I have just been given the responsibility of reviewing the new Electric Six album. I think Electric Six is a joke. Do you have any idea how my review should read?
A. Sure! Try this sure-fire template! It's worked dozens of times for people just like you:
Electric Six -- New Album
Aging Detroit pranksters determined to tell the same tired joke over and over again, even though it was never funny in the first place
You can imagine my surprise when I was told that Electric Six had a new record coming out. After all, their 2003 debut "Fire" should have been the only thing they were permitted to release and then they should have been taken out to a field and put out of their misery. Then imagine how surprised I was when I found out that they've had four albums come out since "Fire"! How?? More importantly, why???
Every song on this new album is just a watered-down version of their 15-minute-of-fame novelty hit "Gay Bar". Lead singer Dick Valentine sounds like a tired, bitter sideshow freak trying to be a third-rate Tom Jones. He spits out his inane, stupid lyrics with an idiotic bravado and he exudes an undeserved confidence that he clearly wouldn't have if he truly understood what a joke I think he is.
The rest of the band compliment Valentine's total lack of imagination. Every guitar riff on this new album is a watered-down homage to the repetitive twang of 2003 novelty hit "Gay Bar". Occasionally keyboardist Tait Nucleus chimes in with bleeps and blops designed to dupe the odd listener into thinking that these guys are capable of doing something interesting or intelligent, but no self-respecting music lover will ever take the bait. It's fine when the Killers, the Kills or LCD Soundsystem do it. It's not when Electric Six does it.
If there's any saving grace about this new Electric Six album, it is that it makes the listener profoundly grateful he is not in Electric Six. There's no way the people in this band are happier than I am. They think they are funny, but the joke is on them in the form of my review. I know about music. I know what's funny. And I'm going to call them on it. Somehow, some day, this review and others like it will put an end to Electric Six. Too much is at stake. What? No....mom...can it wait? I'm writing a music review....what? NO! I told you, I'll mow the lawn when I'm done with this....Jesus Christ, mom...I gotta finish this review and stop this band....mom, you know nothing about how important music is...I didn't get into knowing about music so I could mow your fucking lawn....Jesus, mom...and shut my fucking door on your way back upstairs....