"The freeways stretch forever into the horizon. They sprawl across the hills, into the sands of the desert, heavy with exhaust and balding tires. The hills are on fire; the hills are always on fire. We send the trucks and men and helicopters, lift tons of seawater, dig breaks. The fire consumes them all. Your exit is ten miles ahead. It is always ten miles ahead. Glad of the offerings, the fire licks higher into the sky. "

10 songs for mulling over the more sinister aspects of the Golden State.

10 tracks