From the heady opening mix of industrial dance beats, choral chanting and orchestral strings. Burping Jazz Sax. Ray Guns. The voice is devotional. There is a sudden lift, the Blackstar rising? The spaceship taking off? A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away?
“How many times does an angel fall?”
How many times did Bowie fall or change? He’s not a film star…except he is…after this diverse break into Hunky Dory style joyous irrelevance. The Seer returns, wearier. As if there exists two narratives; The Triumphant Blackstair and the cult of Ormen…
So what do you think? Tapping into religious coked up madness? Tapping into Star Wars:The Force Awakens? The worst thing since Dancing in the Street?
Charlie Trotman 