Boiling Californian heat, tumble weed, an endless road, two of your best friends, and this perfect on eleven. With tracks by Kyuss, Queens of the Stoneage, Monster Magnet, Wolfmother, Them Crooked Vultures.
Apart from visuals, David Lynch was also sound; music often felt like a character in his films and series. Songs lost their innocence through the disturbing scenes in which they shone, and overtly nostalgic music suddenly seemed to come from another world.
