The Man Who Fell to Earth Finally Returns Home a Starman

As an insider looking out, it's hard for me to comprehend anyone asking "Who was David Bowie?" Then again, I come from an age of younger music consumers who, following the Kanye West/Paul McCartney collaboration had the gall to say things like "We don't know who you are old man, but Kanye has just made your career!" not realizing that McCartney was one fourth of the legendary Beatles, who arguably began the first major shift in what the music world is today.

For the alternative crowd (encompassing every form of societal misfit, from art students to goths to punks to the freedom fighters without label), David Bowie was everything. It may feel a little facetious for a 26 year old to claim Bowie was everything. His touring days ended before I had really traversed high school, and certainly a little before I had first discovered his music. But, at the root of it all, David Bowie came to be everything I believed in, in some sense of the term.

A friend wrote on Facebook about Bowie saying that yes, David Jones, the man, the singer, he has died. But, David Bowie? Bowie is an idea, a way of contemplating life. Bowie will never die. I greatly enjoy this idea. It feels weird to write about Bowie in the past tense. Though Ziggy Stardust "died" in the early 70s, we still refer back to that persona and still often identify with it - this alien being brought to earth for some mission that we as human can't quite fully understand, but we'll help him as best we can.

I first heard the name David Bowie somewhere around the age of 16. It seems that if you're going to discover Bowie, you do it around the age of 14 to about 18. If you didn't find him then, you may never find him. You listen to his songs, and even the ones he did back in the 60s somehow sound fresh and like they were made for you and you alone. My first song, "The Man Who Sold the World," has remained with me ever since, solidly my favorite from him even if it's now about 46 years old. This song is almost twice as old as I am, yet somehow it remains timeless.

Outside the music, there was always something mythical about Bowie. Was he even real or did we all collectively make him up? Bowie was a star in every sense of the word, yet as time wore on, so much of the drama associated with that sort of status was missing. And only Bowie could turn his own death into a work of art. I hadn't watched the "Lazarus" video before he died, but felt the song was some sort of throwback to a period of jazz bandstand in the New York way back. Now, it's seen as a song for us to contemplate over - "Look up here, I'm in heaven / I've got scars that can't be seen." Maybe we're reading too heavily into it, but it feels like Bowie's way of saying "Hey, my suffering is over and now I'm in heaven, flying like the blue bird, free."

I remember being in an online forum where some people were talking about Bowie's death. Some, myself included, reported that we had been crying for hours, with more hours of distraught tears to come. Others said that we were going overboard, excessive in our grief. Why are you so upset over some musician dying? Who cares?

I think back to being younger and seeing the news still report on the anniversaries of the deaths of Elvis and John Lennon. They would always show people grieving, crying, shattered, broken. Having not been alive for either of those events, I wondered how and even why they felt as they did. And after submerging myself in Bowie's expansive catalog ten years ago, I knew I would have a hard time saying goodbye when the day did come. Now that that day has arrived, I know exactly what those faithful fans of Elvis and Lennon felt.

You see, for the alternative crowd, Bowie is our Elvis, our Lennon. He was never afraid to call things as he saw them, having early on called out MTV for not showcasing talent from non-white artists, among other things. Bowie was unapologetically unique. We talk often about bands reinventing themselves, which usually just means after five albums of the same formula, they changed it up a tiny bit, slowing or speeding up the tempo, more or fewer ballads, maybe throwing in a synthesizer for good measure. Bowie's knack for reinvention was universal - from persona, to dress, to hair style, to manner of speech, and certainly to the music.

Much like the preceding icons, Bowie was perhaps one of the only musicians who could completely disappear for ten years - absolutely silent - then reemerge to a frenzied fan base, ready with open arms to accept the gift of a new album, The Next Day. And so, too, does Blackstar truly become an album for the fans. An album full of experimentation, vastly different from anything he's done before, and deep in there, so incredibly personal. I remember listening to it for the first time and by the end, I knew it and felt it so deeply in my heart - this was it. This would be the final album. He is saying goodbye. I just didn't imagine he would ascend into the heavens only two days later.

It's hard to imagine a world without Bowie. But more so, it's harder to imagine a world where Bowie never existed in the first place. So many people cite Bowie as a major inspiration. Arguably, the entirety of post punk may never have occurred as so much of the aesthetic and style drew heavy influence from glam rock in general and David Bowie specifically. It feels laughable almost to even call Bowie a legend. As I've said, Bowie truly was everything for us.

A full thirty-six hours have elapsed since I first learned of Bowie's passing. The tears have finally dried up, at least until I see like-minded friends and we shine each other that fated smile that inevitably leads immediately to tears and that all too familiar heartache. I am finally able to listen to some of his music again, but the void still remains, the knowledge that this is it. This is all there will ever be of the genius that was Bowie. The man who fell to earth has finally returned home...a starman.

Music Review: David Bowie - Blackstar

Today, January 8, 2016, marks the 69th birthday of the Thin White Duke himself, Mr. David Bowie. And in grand style, Bowie celebrates his day with style - releasing his 25th studio album, Blackstar.

David Bowie's 25th album, Blackstar

Blackstar in many respects follows the map laid by its self-titled opening track - longer tracks on the whole, far less of an angry tinge as was heard on his previous album, The Next Day, and a far more experimental musical backdrop than certainly the previous album, but perhaps even more so than his actual experimental phase of albums in the 2000s before his ten year silence.

The album opens on the ten minute long opus, which we've reviewed previously. What still fascinates me most about this song is that it's effectively two songs separated by a musical semicolon - the first four-ish minutes being one song and the remaining six a similar, related, yet distinct song, yet it's all packaged into one.


One slightly annoying realization about Blackstar is that two of the songs had actually been previously released. The first of these, "'Tis A Pity She Was A Whore," was sadly not one that impressed me much to begin with (this and "Sue (Or In A Season Of Crime)" were previously released on the 10" Record Store Day limited vinyl for "Sue" while "Sue" saw a second release on the 2014 Bowie compilation, Nothing Has Changed).

"'Tis A Pity She Was A Whore" does receive a slight update from its 2014 counterpart, however. Where the early version was a barrage of sounds and essentially a wall of noise, nothing discernible, the music has now been cleaned up, vocals lifted above the music (previously they felt completely buried) and the jazz-influence dialed down a little (don't get me wrong - it's still very much there, but it is toned down a touch from the 2014 version). Still a peculiar song, the face-lift for Blackstar is a welcome sight.

Next is "Lazarus," the second single released ahead of the album and receiving the music video treatment. Whenever Bowie releases a new single ahead of the album, you often have to wonder if the album will sound like that. Often times, it won't, especially when looking at the first single. We heard that with The Next Day when "Where Are We Now?" was first released - a slow, retrospective number that we found out was like nothing else on the rest of the album. The second single, however, "The Stars (Are Out Tonight)" turned out to sound much like the remainder of the album. In that manner, so, too, does "Lazarus" follow that small pattern. A very smooth jazz-based song, "Lazarus" feels to me much like what early jazz-filled New York City may have been like (mentioning that bit only because Bowie sings about first arriving to New York City in this song). The song is slower paced, calmer even, and deep down in your stomach, a knot of anxiety begins to form. More on that shortly.

Following "Lazarus" is the redressed version of "Sue (Or In A Season Of Crime)." As with "'Tis A Pity She Was A Whore," this version is a much tighter, dressed down version of the 2014 release. Much of the original jazz work is reinterpreted and written to guitar now, instead of saxophone as previously. The move gives the song more vibrancy and drives it forward, reminding me some of the interplay between electronics and guitars found in songs like "Hallo Spaceboy." It worked well there and again works well here. If I had been iffy about this song before, this redress clears away the uncertainty for me.

"Girl Loves Me" is a turning point in the album, nodding back to "Blackstar" in some respects and showcases an angry Bowie as he yells out "Where the fuck did Monday go!?!" This is my personal low point in the album. The backing orchestral arrangements and the chorus melodies are interesting, as well as the constant vocal nods back to Anthony Burgess's A Clockwork Orange and the Nadstad language he created for the book. Still a good song, but perhaps the weakest of the lot and the low point of Blackstar.

"Dollar Days" has the feel of letting Mike Garson loose to write the entire music (Garson does not appear on this album, but they piano style is very reminiscent of his work...Jason Lindner does excellent work on this song in particular, but also throughout the entire album). A very jazzy song complete with Donny McCaslin roaring to life an amazing saxophone solo. And deep down, in your stomach once more, the knot begins to tighten.

Blackstar ends with "I Can't Give Everything Away." The song, a meeting somewhere between jazz and 80s new romantic sentiments, brings the knot to the forefront. I distinctly remember thinking this as this song played, and I hope I'm dead wrong. This almost feels like Bowie saying farewell. For real, this time. That Blackstar may be the final album. Goodbye, thanks for all the fish. This is pure speculation on my part - I've never met Bowie, never had the chance even to see him live. And certainly I hope I'm very wrong. But, this song in particular has a feel of "Let's go out on a high note, but without giving it all away." Outside of this speculation, the song itself is a lovely ending to the album, the sort of older gentlemanly goodbye you'd expect from saying farewell to a very old, long time friend.

David Bowie is among the few (and maybe even the only person) who can undergo such incredible transitions and still be rock solid in each of them. We'll keep following you, Mr. Bowie, and remain optimistic that this is far from the end. Now, if we could just talk you into a tour...or even some festivals! That'd be great...

Favorite Albums of 2015

As 2015 comes to its close and we look ahead to 2016, it's time to do the cliched task of recollecting the albums released in 2015 that we enjoyed. These are not presented in any particular order, but these were some of my favorites. What were some of your favorite albums!?

Duran Duran - Paper Gods

Duran Duran - Paper Gods album cover

Duran Duran returned this year with Paper Gods, an album that proves they still have "it." The album is a rich combination of what Duran Duran was most known for in the new wave/new romantic period of the 80s mixed with a refreshing flourish of pop bravado common to today. Like many 80s bands, Duran Duran still falls victim to the trend of trying to rediscover themselves, failing on the first couple attempts, but then reclaiming that flame with the newest album. For Duran Duran, Paper Gods is the reclaiming album they and fans alike have been looking for. We'll have to see what comes next for the group, but hopefully this is just the beginning of a strong upward trend.

Chelsea Wolfe - Abyss

Chelsea Wolfe - Abyss album cover

We reviewed Chelsea Wolfe's newest album a while back and it has only continued to grow on our ears. Easily her heaviest album yet, Abyss is a concept album of sorts that revolves around the phenomenon of sleep paralysis. Dark, brooding, moody music set to guiding vocals characterizes much of the album. Not only is it the heaviest album by Wolfe to date, but it may well be the most solid. Given how great this album is and previous effort Pain is Beauty, the only place for Wolfe to go is up, regardless of whether the music continues to get heavier or is reigned back. Added bonus - the live show is really strong and Wolfe is such a delightful performer. You're missing out if you've yet to see her on the live stage.

She Past Away - Narin Yalnizlik

She Past Away - Narin Yalnizlik album cover

She Past Away returns with their second album, Narin Yalnizlik. The Turkish darkwave group (yes, Turkish, and darkwave, and lyrics in Turkish!) makes a strong showing on this album, experimenting more with sounds and textures than they did on their debut album. While on the whole I prefer the debut album, this one is not an album to snub your nose at. She Past Away keeps a firm hold on their 80s darkwave roots (similar in ways to Xymox/Clan Of Xymox), meshing broken Turkish lyrics to a lush musical backdrop. The group finally reaches the US for a couple quick stops in California early 2016, but this is hopefully just the beginning of the group's foray into the US.

Killing Joke - Pylon

Killing Joke - Pylon album cover

Another album reviewed earlier this year here, Killing Joke returned full force with Pylon. Easily their strongest album in years, Pylon meshes the post punk aesthetic Killing Joke helped pioneer in the late 70s/early 80s with heavy distortion and an industrial feel characteristic of the group's more recent efforts. Almost their highest charting album ever, Pylon may well be the best album of 2015, for me at least. The group tours the US in 2016, hitting Texas towards the end of January.

Peter Murphy - Remixes From Lion

Peter Murphy - Remixes From Lion album cover

It wouldn't be a year it I couldn't write something about Peter Murphy, now would it? The Godfather of Goth (I can see his eye twitching at me saying this, but I didn't pick the title!) released a follow-up album of unused material from the Lion sessions. Most of the remixes offer an interesting reinterpretation of tracks from the main album. Better yet, the album includes the previously vinyl-only track "Gabriel" in all its multi-layered glory and a very solid series of newly released "The Sound of Water" and the Youth remix of "Loctaine," the one remix I think I may actually like more than the original (though the original take of "Loctaine" is also very strong and a favorite of mine). 2015 was a strong year for Murphy, even if quiet, in a sense. In addition to the Remixes album, two live albums were also released (the full audio from the Mr. Moonlight Tour as one and finally an official recording of the House of Blues show from April 2000 via Cleopatra). However, Murphy only played a handful of dates in June in California. By all accounts, 2016 may be a very loud year for Murphy, starting with a major role in the upcoming psychological thriller BlackGloveKiller.

Music Review: Strap On Halo - Ode to Krampus

Hailing from Omaha, Nebraska, Strap On Halo are one of the newer goth rock bands that holds on to many of the sentiments of the genre's 80s and 90s founders (being a healthy blend of some of the musicality behind Christian Death, Xmal Deutschland, Siouxsie and the Banshees, and even a sprinkling of groups like Skeletal Family and March Violets). But, often, the alternative music scene, especially the darker gothy side, isn't one that evokes feelings of Christmas. Surely, when December comes rolling around, we must don our all-black drab and hang black tinsel on a black colored tree with a raven for the tree's demented star? Strap On Halo's upcoming release, Ode to Krampus, reveals just how goth rock can tackle the spirit of the giving season.

Strap On Halo's Ode to Krampus is finally coming to vinyl in 2015

"Ode to Krampus" was originally recorded in 2013 but is now receiving a physical vinyl release for the first time. The song opens with a melancholy piano part coupled to a driving drum beat and a sprinkling of guitar work from Sean Rial. Layla Reyna's haunting voice enters the mix, beginning the ode to Krampus. The chorus is introduced with a gorgeously held note, "Run...as fast as you can." Musically, the sound of mystery and allure is retained, complimented nicely by the work of Marc Jones on bass - subtle, yet every bit as important as the vocals and driving piano.

The song continues on in this fashion, ending mysteriously enough after three minutes and change of play. Strap On Halo maintain their traditional gothic sentiments on this one, painting an auditory picture of the darker side of Christmas. While not everyone's cup of tea, this is one to surely make the goth in your family a little happier this season.

Strap On Halo. Left to right: Layla Reyna, vocals/drums/keyboards/arrangements, Sean Rial, guitar, and Marc Jones, bass

Ode to Krampus will be released later this month and is strictly limited to 25 copies which include a 3.5" round sticker and a handwritten lyric sleeve with the clear 7" vinyl itself. Pre-orders are now live through the Strap On Halo bandcamp site. The group will also be releasing their newest album, Prayers for the Living, in January of next year with a mini tour of the United States in the works. They're a fun live group and delightful people to talk to, so catch them if they come to a city near you!

Music Review: Youth Code - Anagnorisis

Last month, I finally got to see Skinny Puppy live (in the event I don't write my thoughts on that show, it was purely amazing, theatrically and musically sublime from start to finish). Opening for them was a band I'd heard of, but hadn't listened to or seen before - Youth Code. Suffice to say, that night, the duo from Los Angeles won me over as a fan. They've also recently released a two song 7", Anagnorisis, that we'll look at today. The long and short of it all - this is a group that is going places and you'd be wise to keep an eye on them.

2015's Anagnorisis from Youth Code

Before getting to the music, allow me to say that the first thing that struck me was the make-up of the group - Ryan George taking on duties as programmer, synths, and mostly backing vocals and Sara Taylor taking lead vocals live (providing additional sampling and synths in the studio). Let this sink in. Can you name any industrial/EBM bands fronted by a woman? That night at the show, I strained to. Roughly a month later, I'm still drawing blanks. This is part of what makes this group so unique and begs the question - why aren't more women leading industrial bands? Because if Taylor is any indication, we women sure can KILL it!

Okay, personal anecdotes and musings aside, we look at Anagnorisis. The self-titled track opens with synths mixed with an audio sampling, starting light enough. As the song progresses, additional electronic elements begin to enter, even featuring a moving part slightly reminiscent of early Gary Numan before Taylor's gritty, caustic distorted vocals kick in. It becomes an instantly catchy tune and it's hard to not bop your head in time. As the song progresses, Taylor backs the screaming off, clearly resonating the lines "This is a trigger/This is despair." Afterwards, the song begins to fade out, dropping elements one by one until a white noise of sorts takes over, leaving the end fuzzy, broadcast out, so to speak.

Youth Code - Ryan George, left, and Sara Taylor, right

The other side holds "Shift of Dismay," a song that starts off musically as a mashup of Nine Inch Nails, Rammstein, Skinny Puppy, and Front 242 (as in very familiar in sound to some of the songs each group has made over the year, yet still distinct and unique to Youth Code). The song builds into Taylor's vocal entry, taking on a very militaristic marching feel meshed to biting industrial electronic undertones. After the first minute and a half, the song transitions, backing off the electronics slightly, and bringing in a brooding, echoing vocal cascade, creating a lavishly sinister tone that consumes the listener.

Last night the group played in Miami and it appears they may be taking a small break to round off the year, but keep an eye out for them next year. Looking to score Anagnorisis? Sadly, all three presses of the 7" have sold out, but you can stream them on Spotify and check out Youth Code's other work on their Bandcamp site.

Music Review: David Bowie - "Blackstar"

David Bowie. What is there to say about Bowie that hasn't been said before? His music over the span of his multi-decades long career has been as ever evolving and changing as his personal style and fashion statements. Truly, there is little Bowie can do wrong, having long ago mastered the art of mystery and the grace of drawing in fans with an allure that we still can't fully put a finger on. Through memorable characters like Ziggy Stardust and The Thin White Duke, Bowie has easily championed the art of personal branding. More so, very few (if any, to be brutally honest) artists can suddenly disappear without a single word, no hints, only whispers of "Is he? Will he? Can he?" murmured in dark shadows magically reappear in full splendor, picking up somehow where they left off, fans still there and eager for what comes next. That was Bowie in 2013 when, on his birthday of January 8th, his first new song in years came to life, bringing the shocking revelation that his first new album following a long and silent ten year hiatus, The Next Day, would be released very soon. And now, three years later to the date, Bowie will release his follow-up album to that immensely successful album - Blackstar. Among the tracks is lead self-titled single, "Blackstar."

David Bowie, 2015, still ageless as ever

"Blackstar" was originally born from a project involving Bowie and the British television series The Last Panthers, with the song itself serving as the title track for the show and being an embodiment of the characters and themes of the show. From that initial work, Bowie has ventured to create the entirety of this next album around that concept, mixing in earlier influences and crafting what may well be one of Bowie's less obvious and more peculiar works.

The near ten minute opus begins peaceful enough, a dancing guitar tune matched to a mysterious, almost ethereal arrangement. Bowie's voice enters, his ageless croon set in octaves, adding an element of mystique, for lack of a better word. The stage is set for something that makes you a little uncomfortable - it's the familiarity of Bowie, mixed with something a little sinister and unsettling, but you can't quite place it. You listen on, determined to figure out what it is.

There's an otherworldly effect to the beginning of "Blackstar" (which matches perfectly to the opening scenes of the accompanying music video). The song maintains its otherworldly ethereal pace as the video itself comes upon Bowie with his eyes wrapped in cloth and two black "pupils" attached, as if he were a blind seer.

Imagery in the video becomes progressively darker and more disturbing, from skeleton astronauts to figures moving as if they were seizing as they stood. All the while, the music retains its ethereal feel, mixing in a solemn saxophone. An odd mixture, yet still fitting.

As the first four minutes conclude, things slow down, the music drops to mainly a slowed drum beat, the transition mirrored by an unmasked Bowie in the accompanying video. Shed away is the mysterious music, filled instead with a more optimistic arrangement - hope. Gone, too, is the almost ominous feeling octave vocal harmonies, leaving Bowie's perfect, crisp voice instead. By this point, the music returns to a similarity of the Bowie of old - funk-inspired bass above a moving drum beat set to smooth vocals, mixed with sprinklings of piano and guitar almost reminiscent of The Next Day single "Where Are We Now?"

The remainder of the song continues in this fashion ending on a digital beeping sound much like the noise a robot in 80s television would make, demonstrating Bowie's refusal to make the same kind of song over and over, constantly changing and evolving. This is why Bowie can get away with a ten year silent hiatus and come back to being in the spotlight instantly. The one complaint? The post-transitional portion of the music video does Bowie no visual favors.

Blackstar the album will be released January 8, 2016. Pre-orders are live through David Bowie's online webstore and include limited edition lithographs and clear vinyl. What will be interesting to see is how the rest of the album shapes up. As was seen with The Next Day, the lead single was not a clear indication for the rest of the album's style and flow. Time will soon surely tell, but I think it's safe to say that whatever David Bowie has cooked up, it'll be great.

Music Review: Killing Joke - Pylon

Killing Joke embody so much of what made late 70s/early 80s post punk amazing - brooding lyrics half sung, half screamed by a wide-eyed Jaz Coleman over a backdrop of edgy guitars and driving bass. The last couple of Killing Joke releases, however, seemed to have lost much of that strength that the band has been known for. This year, the group returned with Pylon. Long story made short - this may actually be one of their best albums ever.

2015's Pylon album cover

The groups previous efforts with the reunited original lineup (consisting of Jaz Coleman, Martin "Youth" Glover, Paul Ferguson, and Kevin "Geordie" Walker), 2010's Absolute Dissent and 2012's MMXII, were strong ventures in their own rights, but don't stand up as well compared to the prior efforts of the group. For as strong a band as they were, it seemed more and more that Killing Joke would be on a path of constantly trying to recreate the flame they once had in the 80s, coming close each time, but not quite fully igniting. With Pylon, the fire is finally burning strong and bright.

The album opens with perhaps my personal favorite, "Autonomous Zone." A catchy drum and bass driven number (love that small flourish of a bass solo lick Youth cranks out when everything else drops out), Coleman paints a picture of what humanity should strive for - end to war, but an end to mindless control, as well.

Pylon then winds through songs like distortion-laden "Dawn of the Hive," which carries the auditory equivalent of a beehive and playing follow the leader blindly, to the absolutely relevant, brooding "New Cold War," which outlines some of the recent tensions between the West and the East.

"Euphoria" loses much of the industrial distortion of the prior tracks, instead donning more of a new wave feel and lacking the yelling Coleman was known for. Instead of sticking out awkwardly, however, the song provides a nice transitional point in the album, signaling a change of pace from the driving beats of the first few songs to the slower riff-heavy songs like "New Jerusalem" and "War on Freedom."

The album wraps up with lead single "I Am the Virus," a driving more punk-styled number set to Coleman's chant-worthy yells, helping wrap the album in much the same way as it began. "Into the Unknown" officially rounds off the album, guitar-driven, yet smooth, clean, and certainly catchy, leaving the listener anticipating more, but being left on that cliff hanger ending with nothing further to fall on.

Killing Joke's original lineup. Left to right: Martin "Youth" Glover, Jaz Coleman, Paul Ferguson, Kevin "Geordie" Walker

Of this year's offerings, Pylon may well be at the top of my list. It's every bit as much a classic nod to the old Killing Joke mixed with a healthy dose of new ideas, emerging as one of their strongest albums to date. Killing Joke begin their tour of North America in January. The group will play here in Dallas at the Granada Theatre on January 21, marking the first time in 22 years that the band has visited North Texas. This is not a show to miss. Tickets are on sale now through the Granada Theatre's ticketing site.