Invisibilty is the name of the game when it comes to Mink & Rook's podcasting career. Transparent, yes, but not without its odiferous content. M&R have no comedic precision yet their missing the mark as a podcast duo is dead on. We're stuck with them but hopefully someone is working on the antedote. So sit up, turn down the volume and disavow. Salut!

So they play copious amounts of rock and roll, it doesn't make up for the indignity that ensues when Mink & Rook hit their respective mics. The uselessness of their banter has hit a new height once again as they ponder the future of INXS and wax ridiculous about the latest movie rentals. We'll tell you right now this show ain't no picnic. Where's the NyQuil!

Mink & Rook show up at your aural doorstep like a cold pizza with anchovies in their eleventh burnt offering. We'd say they come up short in this episode but when the expectations are so low it almost seems redundant. Not only do they discuss public humiliation for money, they embody it for free!

Well I suppose we could go easy on Mink & Rook this week seeings how they tried to be half way presentable in their 10th podcast....but naw! They're back and even worse than before. Granted, they did their philantropic best to maintain a civility, but in the end it's just more of the same from this liver-transplant-waiting-list pair of rummies. Pink elephants all around!