'It was a pleasure to burn, a special pleasure to see things blackened and changed. The blood pounded in his head: he strode in a swarm of fireflies, and the books went up in sparkling whirls in a wind turned dark with flame.'
— Ray Bradbury

Mostly southern gothic, with a smattering of other good things thrown in. Best listened to with a tumbler full of whiskey, a fire blazing before you, and the sound of sirens hot on your tail.

Track list: http://sixpennies.tumblr.com/post/94725883775

13 tracks