The obvious... Three old discontented assholes; Absolutely convinced of their own singular intellectual prowess and command of all earthly concerns. There is no higher power than these who so proudly proclaim dominion over the lesser fortunate, and no God to challenge their authority. Crafters of their own reality, masters of their own destiny, commanders of their own abnormality. Flawless freaks of evolution with no contribution to any viable solution...
They are Shameless, Aimless, and Witless.

Here we find them in their native environment. A sequestered partition in an obscure artificial mindscape, intended to facilitate melodic creativity... But, intentions are fruitless because they can't seem to agree upon the idiosyncratic question of, "Why?"
Shameless says love and lust are fundamental to inspiration.
Aimless ponders over deeper ephemeral meaning.
Witless just wants to get paid.

As usual, they are locked in a cursive contestation of perpetual blame.
Shhhhhh, be careful not to interrupt them.
Don't allow their focus to shift upon you.
Just listen...

DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME HERE... CANCEL CULTURE IS ALIVE AND WELL @JPF!
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT'S ALREADY BEEN DELETED...