This could be the soundtrack to a David Lynch film, dark, psychedelic, bitter-sweet and claustrophobic. Enter an old US-cabriolet, let the dry bass come out of the speaker like magma and start your drive from the cemetary to the desert, crossing a city by night, flickering lights, people standing at street corners hiding in the shadows of abandoned buildings with destroyed windows. You have to stop at an old industrial area, Nick Cave, Calexico and Angelo Badalamenti wait for you, they argue who will sit on the front seat. But the music lets you relax and think about Elvis, a melancholic and ironically smile is the last thing the three guys see, when you aim at them with your gun. The windshield wiper washs the blood away, you pull up the volume on your highway to hell, va a ser un nuevo dia!

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