Damn, Occult. You remind me of that old Life cereal commercial (Let Mikie try it. He eats anything). Anyway, this album is as bad as I expected, sad to say. It's even worse than his 1967 effort. It starts with Loving the Alien which should be classic Bowie, right? Um, not exactly. It's one of Bowie's poppier moments it seems. And it gets worse as the album tends to sound like reggae done like a bad Phil Collins song (with apologies to Phil Collins fans). Only track I can even listen to is Blue Jean. Other than that, ugh!
2/10 (the Word has spoken and now is extremely sick
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