The Five Minute Sin clan emerged from a glowing fissure in the desert floor at the outset of the 21st century. Covered in thick red dust and stinking of sulfur, four nomadic tribesmen, transported by shadowy forces from a distant place and time, stepped forth as sonic missionaries, spreading an apostasy of powerful, dark, eerily psychedelic incantations. At their disposal a whirlwind swirling with the armaments of sonic obliteration. Hypnotic percussive beats. Despondent vibration of electrif...