"As soon as I heard Bad Night the vibes reminded me when I worked with Willie Dixon... it had that Willie Dixon groove and that real downhome blues feeling about it." Stanley "the Baron" Behrens David Lynch. You know the name. Well, now it's also a sound. You heard me right: David Lynch is now a sound. Yes, -just when you're out of funk, out of sugar, out of junk, just when you ran out of rock n roll only fooling teen blues, just when we barely made it out alive from post colonialist world music salsa-disco : stolen like the blues from its rightful criers, just when you entered the millennium with the hangovers of last centuries glory and boredom just then came BLUEBOB. The first Industrial Blues album and illegitimate progeny of the David Lynch you knew : who usually sculpts dreams into films as modern folk legends, the seer who has been given all the names of strangeness to wear, only because his describers ran out of epithets to coin the guy whose bewildering images they saw, but whose voice they had never heard.. and so? So, David Lynch has now added real trippy music to his far off adventures into the familiar unknown, when he is well into cinematic and cultural super stardom. David Lynch -now telling his stories in these strange songs from the heart of a born again dreamer. Do you also know John Neff? The other half of BLUEBOB and Lynch's soul buddy / sidekick: a California suburban guitar alchemist, who windsurfs the frequencies on distorted sound waves, a genius who haunted the musical scene for many years, and who of course got repaid with too little recognition, but that too suits a voice exiled from sun-dried California angst, a voice that hangs on to raunchy Americana brew, 'industrial blues' in this tree o blues, in dust real blues: that you would play anywhere, but especially at night, driving a truck down Pacific Coast Highway, just to get away from the silent sleep of the Valleys, reminded by these songs of your life in the sunny freeway madness of missed twilights, and all the missed moments of breathing, while you learn to survive in the belly of the world, and so..? So, David Lynch and John Neff came up with this testimony about life in the Mirror-Years of The Third Millennium! BLUEBOB the first Industrial Blues album which paints the soul of California in its make over of glitchy sounds turned to rhythms, of electric lines buzzing along heavy staccato distortion guitars that genuinely cry, slowly, and never without humor; and while David Lynch's expressive touch is at work behind the vocals and lyrics, he seems of course to be speaking from inside your head. This music is lunatic 21st Century Sci Fi scorched by memories of non Sci Fi 50's Americana about women you usually miss or reminisce - but not here, not in these songs where woman betrays in purest blues tradition, in pure Lynch vision of earthly love never attainable. Love? - just a thing to cry or laugh about, behind masks, Hollywood peripheral lives burnt by dreams. Produced and Mix by David Lynch & John Neff @ Asymmetrical Studio, Hollywood California Photography, Artwork and Vocal FX Design by David Lynch Bad Night featuring Stanley "the Baron" Behrens on harmonica recorded at APO-33 Sound Regulator by Pascal Nabet Meyer Mastered by Tom Baker @ Precision Mastering, Hollywood California Liner notes by Ras Daveed All compositions written by David Lynch and John Neff © ASCAP All material under © & ® 2002 / 2017 Soulitude Records Public relation @ bobmerlis.com Special Thank you to: Alex Dixon and The Willie Dixon Estate, Billy F Gibbons, Stanley Behrens, The Blues Foundation. Track Listing: 1/ 9-1-1 2/ Rollin Down (To My House) 3/ Thank You Judge 4/ I Cannot Do That 5/ Factory Interlude 6/ Blue Horse 7/ Bad Night (with Stanley "the Baron" Behrens) 8/ Mountains Falling 9/ Go Get Some 10/ Pink Western Range 11/ Marilyn Monroe 12/ City Of Dreams