David Bowie’s first single in ten years is awful, a trembling ballad in which the thin white duke is transformed into a milky-eyed old man. It isn’t just bad, it’s a depressing reminder of the inexorable passage of time and the inevitability of death. “As long as there’s rain, as long as there’s fire, as long as there’s me, as long as there’s you,” he mews, voice slight and uncertain, seeming to anticipate the time when everything will end, including his own glorious career. On the other hand, this is not the first piece of garbage Bowie has committed to tape, so we’re also business-as-usual.
David Bowie : Where Are We Now?
