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and some people still don't realize that you're Strawman.

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I'm useless at picking out alters, but I hope you're right. Shyster was the best alter ever, I think - until now.

They let the retard in the game and he went wild.

The Later Years. It's easy. When the worst album there is Scary Monsters, you've got it cinched.

Pin Ups is a novelty item. Young Americans puts me to sleep. Station to Station still feels too brief, and Diamond Dogs, despite featuring some of the best moments in Bowie's career, is also pretty inconsistent. Middle years don't stand a chance.

Hunky, Ziggy, and Sane are all great albums in their own right, but there are some really weak songs among them, too, and even at their best they're relatively unsophisticated. Still, with a fourth album of that quality there might be some decision; but The Man Who Sold the World? As much as I love the album, it's really on par with his 80s work, and only forgiven its mediocrity by fans because it happened before it got really good, and doesn't evoke the same sense of disappointment. Seriously, imagine it's 1983, you've just the new Bowie album, you pop it in and you hear Running Gun Blues. Am I wrong?

TW's Top Fag!

Well said.


Everyday I agree more with Strawman

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Am I wrong?

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Heck no!

You're so right I'm appointing you my official taste arbiter for all things Bowie. Anyone wants to know what Shelle thinks of a particular Bowie album, and why, don't be hassling me! I have nails to polish, hearts to breaks, empires to overthrow.

Just ask gpup. He'll set you tight. I mean, right.

"The Irish are the one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever. When in psychic trouble, they go to poetry, go to storytelling, go to escapism - they have no interest in picking apart their own brains"Sigmund Feud