In elementary school, everyone knew that there was something in the
hamburgers that wasn't hamburger. They were those little, gummy, white pieces
that would get stuck in your teeth. For some reason, mom's hamburgers never
had those indefinable chunks. In order to enjoy such a burger, one
had to accept the turdies mixed in and stuff it down as quickly as
possible. I now know that they call that stuff "filler", and Lost
Highway has got plenty.
Between some reasonably good tracks from Nine Inch Nails, Smashing
Pumpkins and Marilyn Manson lurks the soybean meal, waiting to get stuck in
your teeth. It is in the form of instrumental tracks by Angelo
Badalamenti (returning from earlier David Lynch collaborations), that would be best suited as
heroin-den background music. Sighing organ notes that seem to last forever,
a dry hi-hat in the background; it makes for some serious chewing if you
want to stuff it down and pretend to like it. Lost Highway is as dead as a
greasy, institutional hamburger, and that's hard to swallow.
-James P. Wisdom