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The Witch of Fulci Holler

by Mississippi Bones, Scott Lawhun, & Mer Whinery

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Ultramegadeth
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Ultramegadeth Bands like Boston and The Cars are known for having released perfectly produced albums. Add Mississippi Bones to the list. This is a perfect album even if it is an EP.
Andy K.
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Andy K. I don’t know exactly why but this is my favorite album of theirs. It’s just so damn good. A very pleasant surprise. Favorite track: Bloody Wings.
FDJ (Desert Psychlist)
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FDJ (Desert Psychlist) Mississippi Bones and friends exploring a Spaghetti Western theme and making a damn fine job of it too. Favorite track: The Cult of the Cold Hand.
Henrik Thøgersen
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Henrik Thøgersen Mississippi Bones round up a grim posse and blaze a dark trail across the haunted plains of the Weird West, the ghosts of Corbucci, Fulci, and Leone snapping at their heels. Mount up! This will be a ride to remember. Favorite track: The Cursed, The Damned, and The Horrific Eldritch Abominations.
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muzzlelandpress Conjure dark spirits and walk the forgotten trails of the weird west with the Bava family. Have coffin, will travel.
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For those who’ve died, a grave defiled. The gathered crowd is waiting. An eldritch art for blackened hearts romancing the obscene. In this country for killers, twisted by scripter, quiet falls like darkness over the damned with one last caress of the Cold Hand. As the torches burn each take their turn, a sacrament of devotion, but to prying eyes this unholy sight seems so much worse than death’s touch. The town folks in horror demanding slaughter. Judgement handed down without question. Like rabid dogs they descend guided by the Cold Hand.
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I remember the night that they came, their torches burning demon flame. They took my mother and my father to their graves. Yeah, hell was coming for them. Now a darkness has taken it’s hold on my body and my soul, and the quiet lord in a whispered voice says, “Hell is coming for them.” Is you is or is you haint? I’m a killer, the daughter of Bava. All will fall before the witch of Fulci Holler. Go and tell them damn vampires, and all of those raising demon fires, tell the undead slaves, the ghouls and the grave defilers, hell is coming for them.
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I’ve felt that aching since I was young. A feeling resting down deep in my bones. A desire warm and thick, the taste of life flowing past my lips. They say love sustains and evil corrupts, but in the end, blood hungers for blood. I can feel it, pious man, the disgust for me that you have. Let your heart pump that fear and hate. I’ll drink them both as they flow from your veins.
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Bloody Wings 03:12
Every angel has some blood on its wings, and every devil you know has its fee. Rest assured I’m leaving with what’s owed, a pound of flesh or a bag gold. So, bring out your dead. Bring out your dead. Now, it’s been said that there’s no returning home, but this ain’t the return of no prodigal son, so before we can get down to business, there’s a debt on which I intend to collect. So, bring out your dead. Bring out your dead. Can you clip these bloody wings? They’re too high a price to pay. I’m left with only silence in my life.
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I’ve seen loving parents give their life. I’ve seen good men go off to die. I’ve seen the righteous sin, the unholy win, but every time death has claimed its prize. I’ve seen blasphemy and virtue interlace and I’ve felt my own innocence’s fall from grace. I say, sinners and saints? They’re all the same. Form a line and tie the nooses tight and from the gallows pole hang em high. Have mercy and do the righteous thing, let em swing. I’ve felt love’s warmth and comforting touch, turn to suffering in it’s touch, as everything I believe it gave to me was ripped away. Our worn weary lives, or just a long kiss goodnight from the darkness that lays claim to our souls after the ride?

about

A frontier town in peril!
The savagery of the hungry damned!

An unholy trio their only salvation!

Southeastern Oklahoma of the 1860s:

Little Dixie to some. Hell to others...


In the chaotic years following the end of the Civil War, Little Dixie is a brutal no-man's land where life and death are dictated not just by gangs of lawless thugs, but by far more sinister things as well. Shadowy beings that walk the line in the dirt separating Jesus from the Devil, writing their names in blood, terror, and human suffering.

Such is the woeful condition of Coffin Mills, a town cursed by a history of dark arts and shameful secrets. Something wicked has been stealing the town's children, something not of this world, or even the next.

Salvation arrives in the form of a trio of mysterious gunslingers known throughout the South as the Haints, a legendary band of bounty hunters specializing in tracking prey of a supernatural variety. They kill monsters, plain and simple.

Haunted by a violent past that will either deliver or destroy them, will they emancipate Coffin Mills from its otherworldly predator, or will all be lost to something far worse than even eternal damnation?

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released May 29, 2020

All songs written and performed by Mississippi Bones & Scott Lawhun.

All songs based on the stories and characters of Mer Whinery.

Mixed and mastered by Josh Palmer @ Zombietakeover Studios.

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Mississippi Bones Ada, Ohio

Nestled in the flat lands of Hardin County Ohio, Mississippi Bones has been pummeling the world with fat slabs o’rock for over 10 years and counting. With a catalog consisting of six studio albums and numerous singles and EPs, the Bones have created a rich history full of swampy riffs, pop culture references, and sci-fi shenanigans. ... more

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