Thursday, December 10, 2009

David Bowie, Moonage Daydream, 1973.

How you upstage Bowie at the height of his fuzzy and freaky Stardust days is beyond me. But holy-balls-bulging-out-of-my-glittered-jumper if ol' Mick Ronson doesn't give him a run for his money right here.

Freak out, space invader.

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