The tour rider for most hipper-than-thou bands being exported from Brooklyn's suddenly fertile rock scene looks something like this: hair gel, eyeliner, ironic rock T-shirt ('80s metal a plus), designer drugs, and a Rolodex of malnourished groupies. So the fact that the Mink Lungs have figured out a way to sprinkle their hallucinogenic pop madness across the country by bringing 2,000 red harvester ants along for the ride should tell you two things: 1) The Mink Lungs are weird as hell, and 2) Motherfuckers... More >>>