"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