I first met The Mystery Lights back in February in a bar on the infamous Reeperbahn in Hamburg, Germany. The lighting was red and seedy, old vinyl records decorated the ceiling, and the floor was sticky. It smelled like stale beer and sweat from the last few nights of shows.
Read MoreWe hung out with The Mystery Lights at Burger Records' Beach Bash at Coney Island for our second installment of "Setlist."
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