It’s not even clear if they like being a band or intended to go on this long, but rehearsal gives them something to do after dinner—just not too late as they’ve got work in the morning. Their slapdash DIY approach has also garnered random support from unexpected places that spurs them on with all the momentum of Bernie during that special weekend.
Paul builds gear and noise-makers—that usually even work—imbuing their output with a destructive veneer that only Laura can hold in check. Her fearsome multi-instrumentalism is also a safeguard against ever needing to coordinate rehearsals with a third band member.
No, they don’t need a drummer and you can’t be in the band.