Any album that opens by commanding me to “Listen!” does arouse my suspicion, but as I grumpily complied with the lyrical insinuation of the title track of Bowie’s latest album, The Next Day, the music was able to work its magic and I came to feel a bit contrite for my initial reluctance to obey. Not only this did the album accomplish, though. It also managed to refire my resolve to one day watch Labyrinth from beginning to end.
Suggested Use: Sunday morning “Art Pop” session. You know, that time of the weekend before anyone else is really stirring and you have the French press to yourself. And for anyone out there who now has only Lady Gaga images circulating in their head, my suspicion is once again on high alert. You feel contrite? No? Yes? I absolve you, immediately, after you’ve listened to The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars on vinyl, thrice.