Slumber slinks like a sensuous nightmare. Compared to Wildhoney, which started with a roar and ending breathing shivers along your spine, this ain’t progress.
Vintage Alice Cooper, Cherry Bomb’s breathy ballads, cock-rock arm wrestling, and material that makes Spinal Tap look serious. That’s right, go with it.
From Reverend Lovejoy’s “In-a-gadda-da-vida,” Tito Puente’s infectious salsa about “Señor Burns,” the Kwik-E-Mart epic, to the “Itchy & Scratchy” theme.
Gone are the melodramatic posturings, the over-the-top inflections, the overdone stage settings. Bowie is being David, rather than some fantasy construct.
Why does a band that has become internationally famous for breakbeats and “Loops of Fury” revert to the metronomic bass drum sound that drove so many away?