I bought this album having only heard a little of Bowie's massive archives. This album has since been whirled constantly by me. The first element which stands out to me is the presence of horns in  trks. like candidate,dodo,and big-brother blaring in the musical bed as twanging, banging guitar riffs. This instrumental marriage widens the explorations Bowie guides us on lyrically,from lovers in doorways in the city,to frantic,fleeing,paranoia of 1984. It is obvious that Bowie, like many others were affected by reading the bleak Orwell novel. Another highpoint of this cd are the trk. transitions which bleed magnificently together. These transitions gradually alter the mood and the pace of the songs. Bowie's vocals induce visions of a regal punk,or a rebellious aristocrat that casually roams the glass freckled streets in search of pleasure, refuge,and style. This music should be spit from your speakers everywhere;on the street where you live,on another floor,in the  back of a car,in a cellar like a chuch where the waters off. If you want it terrans....get it here then.