The stage is dark. Just one spotlight with a log and a wood saw sticking out of it. A shadowy figure begins to saw. It starts like you’d expect. Sawing wood. But then distorts into this other worldly discordant sound – stretching across the room. A portal. One that takes the visitor and alters them. We are now in Lynch’s world. A lady with dark features and an triangular black hat takes to the silent stage – like at Club Silencio. You almost fill in the gaps. Expecting the announcer to come on and say “No Hay Banda” like in the movie. She starts with a wounded throaty whisper that then morphs into the shatteringly powerful high notes of “Llorando” that hold the room. In Spanish and then into English. We remain in the world of Mulholland Drive. With Mick Harvey coming on to do Lynch’s “Ghost of Love” with its woozy surf guitar that then evolves into a coda of “Wicked Game”. The stage dims again to a single smoky spotlight and a lone figure emerges with a guitar – clad in a red suit? Is it the man from another place? He fingerpicks a gently sparse version of “Mysteries of Love”. It adds to it that we never see his face. Will he be revealed later? “Sometimes a wind blows and the mysteries of love come clear.” When a lady in a blue dress comes out after the delicate sadness of the Elephant Man theme, it feels exciting that we know what will follow…we think? She gently breaks into “Blue Velvet”.

Its yearning beauty does not last long though. Its interrupted by a leather clad figure with a stocking over his face, distorting his features into a menacing mask. Like the presence of Dennis Hopper in the movie. He picks up a guitar and begins to violently punctuate her singing with a shrill high pitched metallic feedback laden squall that sounds like its designed to inflict hearing damage. Some audience members have to cover their ears such is its unavoidable violence. Fracturing the very room! The lady (Sophie Brous) slopes off languidly in that Lynchian walk and the squall begins to merge into the beat driven nightscape of Lost Highways’s “I’m Deranged” summoning a dark night drive at speed. With the guitarist (Kirin J Callinan) now channelling Bowie’s croon. Its thrilling to be on the journey not knowing where it will take us next. We stay in this movie with the jangle of Lou Reed’s “Magic Moment” punctuating the darkness with something more light like old school rockabilly. He has now morphed into him. A red light begins to bathe the stage. Twin Peaks? A gentle harp from above plucks into life for “Laura Palmer’s theme” Starting gently before swirling into that crescendo that seems to keep rising until you could cry.