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Brooklyn's Mink Lungscould bring out the beleaguered parent in anyone, even those too young to remember the late-"80s golden age of slacker rock. You want to sit the band"s members down and command them to get a career going already. Here"s the lashing this quartet deserves, courtesy of our collective, inner stick-in-the-mud:

Emily Wilson

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With Saturday Looks Good to Me and the Chantigs

Tuesday, June 17, at 9 p.m.

Tickets are $8

621-4455

ww w.bottomofthehill.com

Bottom of the Hill, 1233 17th St. (at Missouri), S.F.

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