I’m not sure what any lowly, young writer can ad to the music criticism of David fucking Bowie, so… I won’t try.
I will say I’ve been playing this Lynchian epic since the Duke dropped it on iTunes a week ago and I still can’t wrap my ears around a 66-year-old, lounge-singing Bowie. Then, two and a half minutes in, everything clicks and I need to hit play again.
Also, that album art? Brilliant.
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