Listening to the new album of David Lynch, well kind of new because it was released last year and I’m able to get round to it only now. It’s hard to describe impressions because I always perceive Lynch like a grand dad. He looks so cosy and he is concerned to your first feelings of fear and delight because of his incredible ‘dreamy’ movies that you couldn’t stop watching in your adolescence. But at the same time this kind of a nostalgia is a stagnation, that’s what I thought about the new album. During the listening you find yourself at the set of Twin Peaks again, but while you are happy to connect with the past, you feel unbelievably tired of this vicious circle which reminds the black vigvam where you get stuck together with Lynch.