Wrote a review of Left With Pictures’ latest release, Afterlife, for The Line of Best Fit.
It’s a fantastic piece of electronic-based orchestral pop. Check it out, but only after you’ve headed over to Best Fit and read what I had to say about it.
I write stuff and you read it.
Wrote a review of Left With Pictures’ latest release, Afterlife, for The Line of Best Fit.
It’s a fantastic piece of electronic-based orchestral pop. Check it out, but only after you’ve headed over to Best Fit and read what I had to say about it.
He hired a free-form jazz band. He sings, “Where the fuck did Monday go?”, and sings in the language from “A Clockwork Orange”. He opens the record with a 10-minute mutating pop gem. This is David Bowie making music for himself and all the while giving no fucks. Blackstar may be Bowie’s weirdest album—which is saying something—and it’s easily his best in 35 years. Saying goodbye is certainly a morbid note to leave on, but what a note it is: “I’m not a pop star/ I’m a blackstar”. Indeed your are. Your genius will be missed.