Title: Bowie at his strangest...and that's not a good thing.
Review: I have to admit this creeped me out when I was a kid. The bizarre subject matter and Bowie at his most affected were just too strange for me in my adolescence and time has not improved my opinion. I will admit to a certain fascination with the psychotic narrator of "Running Gun Blues" the quirky little interruption of "Black Country Rock" and the title cut and "The Width of a Circle" still have an exotic majesty, but the overall effect is an odd mixture of apocalyptic science fiction and pointlessness. Musically there are a lot of interesting choices but by the time Bowie gets done with his various methods of doing in humanity, I found myself bored by the repetitiveness of these themes. While I'm sure this Bowie incarnation has its defenders, I'm really glad he outgrew this stage rather quickly.
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