I’ve been listening to my advance copy of the new David Lynch album, The Big Dream, for about a week now nearly nonstop. It is to Crazy Clown Time what Julee Cruise’s The Voice Of Love was to its predecessor Floating In The Night— a stronger, more consistent album that will most likely be bound to get less attention, now that the novelty of Lynch making solo albums has worn off for the casual listener. That’s a shame, because Lynch sounds so much more confident here, and the production actually returns to a bit of the lush, twilight atmospheres that the Cruise albums inhabited, but this time infused with the same DNA strands of warped industrial blues that he so loves on Clown Time and the Chrysta Bell album. If you’ve ever been a fan, DO NOT SLEEP on this one, even if Crazy Clown Time left you cold.
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