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17/20

His creative vision may not appeal to everyone, but it’s very difficult to argue against David Lynch as one of the most distinctive voices in popular culture of the last 50 years, if not all time. The man behind Twin Peaks, Eraserhead and Mulholland Drive has made an impression across the arts during his career, so it’s something of a surprise that this is his first attempt at a full-length solo album. Anticipation and a touch of trepidation, therefore, are the order of the day. We’re pleased to say that the album is brilliant. At its best we’re treated to the kind of twisted narratives you’d expect from the man, such as a breathy whisper intoning “I know a song to sing on this dark, dark night” over a brooding, lo-fi electronic backing scape on Noah’s Ark, while the likes of So Glad and Speed Roadster feature creeping atmospherics in the Tom Waits mould. Certain numbers, such as She Rise Up, drag somewhat, but these are ultimately small complaints. Karen O provides a sultry masterclass on opener Pinky’s Dream, while the bleary, trancy synths and uplifting chorus of Good Day Today are almost reminiscent of Washed Out. Can this count as a debut album? If so, then it’s surely among the best of the year.

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Words: Geraint Davies