Pretty good in the intros, usually schizzing out or creeping up before settling into the usual distorted stompalongs. The album ends on a doom and gloom note.
These techno-krauts suit up with analog instruments, and mellow out. Minimalism reigns, and electronic umbrellas open up to shelter us from musical reality.
Gone are the melodramatic posturings, the over-the-top inflections, the overdone stage settings. Bowie is being David, rather than some fantasy construct.