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Blackstar by David Bowie VINYL BRAND NEW FREE SHIPPING Sold Out

Sold Date: January 13, 2016
Start Date: January 13, 2016
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David Bowie - Blackster Vinyl / Album

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Tracks
Blackstar Tis a Pity She Was a Whore Lazarus Sue Girl Loves Me Dollar Days I Can’t Give Everything Away


Overview FOUR STARS out of five. On January 8, 2016, his 69th birthday, David Bowie’s new album is released, exactly three years since Where Are We Now? appeared unannounced, a gift from a missing star, heralding his return from the wilderness with The Next Day. Nostalgic and conciliatory, that album felt like a reward for those who had kept the faith. But was this one last hurrah before slipping into retirement? Or might he attempt another act of regeneration?


2014’s reverse-chronological collection Nothing Has Changed contained an auspicious portent: Sue (Or In A Season Of Crime), seven minutes of melodramatic voice and big-band improv in collaboration with the Maria Schneider Orchestra. Sue is re-recorded here with heightened vigour thanks to Bowie’s core personnel on this album, a smoking group of New York jazz musicians, alumni of Schneider (herself a pupil of Gil Evans), who under the direction of Bowie and co-producer Tony Visconti drive H [insert black star here] to almighty levels of intensity.


Blackstar somewhat recalls Station To Station in form - epic multipart title-track opener, seven songs in 41 minutes, odd atmospherics, rhythmic heft, tremendous singing - but otherwise there’s no obvious precedent in the Bowie canon. Real blood pumps in its grooves, unlike his ’90s experimental albums Outside and Earthling where so much energy was expended chasing the technological Zeitgeist. David Bowie’s genius here has been in jettisoning his regular cohorts, whose safe pairs of hands might have taken these songs to a less visceral, more orthodox place, instead of this new frontier from which to contemplate innerspace. He can’t give everything away - but this will more than suffice.