ＩＮＳＰＩＲＡＴＩＯＮ → witchcraft, hoo doo, & southern gothicism
Past the plantations and the fields of gold, beyond the hustle and bustle of a city on the brink of a new era, they gather in the swamps and in the bayous. This isn’t just smoke and mirrors. They chant their incantations and craft their altars, spilling blood and smoke on the forest floor. They are heathens and gods all at once; challenging small town religion with a bigger, more mystifying spiritualism. They trade their Bibles in for spell books and forsake their simple dust bowl lives for a higher power that is bigger than all of them; wailing and howling like wolves around a bonfire that smells of incense and bone and dancing to the beat of drums only they can hear.