The music of
David Lynch is just as strange as his sensational movies. His first album "Crazy clown time" grabs you by the throat. Dark and unstoppable beat suck you into his thrilling weird, weird world.
Not the first time he gets his hands on music, but this is all David Lynch....
Maybe not the greatest lycris but brought to you by Lynch through vocoders and other modulating effects it becomes addictive. And a sublime piece of self-directed video as well.
His second album 'The big dream' continues in the same disrupting way. Creepy and bizarre songs, with sounds from his youth. Singing and playing the guitar on this album, even surprises us with a Bob Dylan cover along the way.
It’s hard to hear the album without thinking first “I’m listening to a
David Lynch album” rather than “I’m listening to music” or “I’m
listening to a song.” In other words, without intimate knowledge of
Lynch’s aesthetic, place in culture, and oeuvre, the album doesn’t have
much to offer. ;
Pitchfork reviews (sic)
