Bowie's 'Blackstar' is finally here on vinyl.
Sumptuous packaging although the artwork, all matt black, was surely a funereal portent.
It's all so morbidly mordant.
The shot of Bowie on the inside of the gatefold stops you in your tracks.
There's a man who knows...
The vinyl itself is slightly warped which seems appropriate.As for the music?
Twitchy, challenging, witty, humble, humane, self referential and staring down mortality: not an easy listen then but... Christ... you can hear the sound of genius at work: an Artist making music, not for the love of it but... for the Art of it.
Deep, dark and dense, it's the sound of a man bound for a black hole.
I don't know if I like it but I know that I love it.
Does that make sense?
It's as serious as... Cancer.
Heart Breakingly... Bowie
Where the fuck did Monday go?