Count on David Lynch to use a classic like Bobby Vinton's Blue Velvet in an amusingly ironic fashion, initially playing it over gorgeously-shot images of roses and fire engines in a quiet, suburban utopia, before we cut to Jeffrey Beaumont's father, who suffers a stroke. The idyllic song continues to play its optimistic tune, creepily juxtaposed with this man writhing around on the floor in agony, which perfectly encapsulates the film's central premise, of a dark underbelly resting beneath the squeaky-clean veneer of Lumberton. Blue Velvet eventually fades out, and the more sinister score fades in, making it clear that something very unpleasant indeed is about to come to the forefront.