Leave it to David Lynch to make a debut solo album as bewildering and elusive as his movies. After years of collaborating with musicians, the visionary behind “Blue Velvet,’’ “Eraserhead,’’ and “Lost Highway’’ has finally recorded what could be the soundtrack to those films’ most unsettling moments.
The director likens his music to “modern blues,’’ a term that belies the grim and hallucinatory effect of “Crazy Clown Time.’’ Like the plot of “Mulholland Drive,’’ nothing on this album is what it appears to be. Lynch’s reedy voice has been so processed, he sounds like either an android or an apparition crooning from the bottom of the ocean.
