Anyone picking up a Bowie album made this side of the election of Ronald Reagan, knows exactly what to expect. I will not pity such a man or woman. This is the only one I have time for, knowing full well that after a strong start (title track, 'The heart's filthy lesson', 'A small plot of land', 'The motel') I'm in for 40 minutes of punishment, with titles 'I'm deranged' and 'The voyeur of utter destruction (as beauty)', before he redeems himself at the end ('Strangers when we meet'). Wretched guitar (as beauty).
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