Through my endless devotion and somewhat unhealthy obsession with Lee Hazlewood (a sprawling essay about this is in the works) I have been giving Nancy Sinatra another whirl, post the age of 12.
Now, why I was ever listening to Nancy at 12 I have no clue, because some of this is seriously adult music. Like this for example:
Hot. and then it gets Hotter.
God loves a cheerful giver.
I would totally bang-bang.