Low strongly reflects the result of, and the rebuilding from, a nervous breakdown. Simple lyrics (but not simple minded) document reacquainting oneself with the most fundamental aspects of existence. Always Crashing in the Same Car arm-wrestles with the despair that stems from recognizing one's patterns of weakness. Low was the most honest and direct album up to that time, from the man known for giving us personas. A keeper.
I'd put this one right up there at #6 in the list of Bowie's all-time best albums. A brief anecdote: in 1977 an acquaintance not known for her adventurous palate purchased "Heroes" at the same time as ELO's Out of the Blue. "Heroes" frightened her; however, she played that tepid ELO jello over and over again. What the hell, it's a wiggly world.
Between these two tracks lies a favorite, African Night Flight. Any tune with "cricket menace" is okay by me. This song is a play on rhythm, the words tumbling over each other in a melange of syllables, piling up in jumbles of sonic absurdity. The fact that this hilarity makes any sense at all is a credit to Mr. Bowie. Both African Night Flight and Yassassin flavor with insinuations of foreign spices throughout. Yassassin has a quirky rhythm that evokes mental images of double-jointed people dancing. The CD really hits its stride midway through the disk. Red Sails is an upbeat shouter in keeping with Lodger's theme of travel and adventure. Would have made a great opening track to kick off the album. The lead single, DJ, follows, ramping up for the album's highlight, the hard-charging Look Back In Anger. Bowie always knew who to borrow from, and Bowie's theatrical ambitions may have encouraged him to snake the title of John Osborne's 1956 play that introduced the "angry young man". Speaking of the male animal, Boys Keep Swinging rolls up next, and oh man, look at those cavemen go. One of the clumsier entries in a long line of Bowie's gender-based songs. Chugs along adequately. Popular with other people. Repetition continues "Gender Role Model Studies 201", examining spousal abuse. "What's the use of me working when you can't damn cook?" harkens back to the cretinous voice that closed Hunky Dory, "Lay me place and bake me pie/I'm starving for me gravy...". The repetition in the melody underscores the repetition of the endless cycle of spousal abuse as Bowie relentlessly drills his target. You'll either love or hate this song. Wins my vote. Red Money, the closing track, is a regurgitated Sister Midnight, only not nearly as good. The original, cowritten by Iggy Pop and Bowie and appearing on Iggy's phenomenal The Idiot, is so good it belongs among the cultural artifacts we include on the next tourist rocket ship to wander about the galaxy. Red Money doesn't. The Ryko reissue of Lodger includes a bonus extended remodeling of Look Back In Anger, one of the better bonus tracks in the Bowie catalog. Nice long searing intro building up to the song itself. After a while you'll notice that Bowie excels at long intros.
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