In my research for these Bowie theme weeks, Low came up again and again as one of Bowie’s finest albums, often topping critics’ and fans’ personal rankings of his best work. So it was with giddy anticipation that I first listened to this record.
Think crawling tempos, lots of reverb, depressing lyrics. You know, for kids.
Allow me to pause to acknowledge my parents’ 50th anniversary, which they’re celebrating today. I hoped to find an appropriate song with which to acknowledge the milestone, but I wound up with a 8-minute dirge about heroin addiction. Sorry, mom and dad!
I have had this song sitting in my drafts queue for literally all of 2009.
I added it there on the 30th of December, 2008, with the intent of featuring it soon thereafter. But for one reason or another I kept finding new songs to highlight instead. Well, for one reason, really… no need for another: I don’t have anything interesting to say about the song other than that I dig it.