There are places in the American Desert Southwest where, I swear, at 3am on a hot summer night, you can pull off the interstate, step out next to a Joshua Tree, and hear this music seeping up through the sand. I know. I've heard it making heatwaves in the moonlight, gently rustling shed snakeskins and drifting through the sunbleached skulls of wayward cattle. A thou- sand years of arrows, bullets, blood, and sorrow; countless unclaimed buried treasures, and the undiscovered bones of lustmord lay buried out there. You can't tell me it doesn't have a sound. The Fury ...Heat nailed it. - Ginnie Moon (Lunar Hypnosis)
