Chrystabell & David Lynch, Cellophane Memories ⭐️⭐️❌❌❌
This album is hard to accurately review, because as a David Lynch fan who has been starved for anything since Twin Peaks: The Return, I do see value here. I find him fascinating, and it’s always interesting to get a peak inside his psyche whenever he creates anything. And this is odd and unique, just like everything else he makes. But also, on the other hand, this album was literally putting me to sleep.
Now, maybe that’s the intended effect? David Lynch is big into meditation. But, putting aside my Lynchian fanboy side, and looking at this purely as an album on its own merits, this is an unfulfilling listen. It’s this ambient, ethereal droning with vocals provided by Chrystabell, played both forwards and backwards.
Full transparency, ambient music is not exactly my cup of tea. But even with that being said, this album is pretty barren. There’s rarely any new texture or new sound added. The occasional guitar does liven things up, and one song featured a percussive pulse. Again, as a Lynchian fanboy I do second guess myself and think, “Well, is this the musical equivalent of his tendency to stretch a scene out longer than it should be? Is this actually genius?” It very well could be, and I’m just not in on the joke.
Favorite song: “Two Lovers Kiss”
