Dopamine
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Chipped nail polish, casual encounters with cocaine, one very pretentious Matty Healy, and four Seattle-based misfits that form a band called Dopamine. Follow them as they tour with The 1975 across America and Europe, much to the lead singer Eli Hamilton's dismay. It all started with a contract.
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