Aladdin Sane captures David Bowie after US superstardom hit with Ziggy Stardust and a couple of years before his glam-rock phase cross-faded into his soul-man infatuation on Young Americans. It reflects the madness induced by Bowie’s whirlwind success in America and the influence of American music on the chameleonic Englishman. While it’s an uneven album, Aladdin Sane does contain three of his greatest songs… plus a gaudy, unnecessary cover of the Rolling Stones’ 1967 rollicking proposition “Let’s Spend The Night Together,” which should’ve gone on Pinups.
After the opening “Watch That Man,” a standard-issue mid-’70s British glam boogie, Bowie and the Spiders From Mars band—Mick Ronson (guitar), Woody Woodmansey (drums), and Trevor Bolder (bass)—astonish with the title track, a golden anomaly in DB’s vast catalog. It begins like a suave, jazz-adjacent ballad, almost in a Steely Dan vein, but veers into more turbulent zones, as guest pianist Mike Garson soars into hall-of-fame realms with his mercurial, Cecil Taylor-esque improvisations. The song bears one of Bowie’s most sublime melodies and coolest vocal performances, while Bolder provides an über-hypnotic bass line. It’s still hard to believe that this complex avant-rocker received commercial-radio play. Seventies radio programmers, I salute you.
Apparently Mott The Hoople rejected “Drive-In Saturday,” even after scoring big with Bowie’s “All The Young Dudes.” That decision’s sort of understandable, as the logy, faux-doo-wop of “Drive-In Saturday” lacks the sparkle and swaying bonhomie of the previous Bowie offering with which Mott charted. This slight letdown is more than redeemed by “Panic In Detroit.” Bowie’s “Gimme Shelter,” it’s suffused in quasi-apocalyptic dread and aptly frazzled backing vox by Linda Lewis and Juanita “Honey” Franklin. Ronson’s guitar tone is chunky and irritable and Woodmansey’s drumming is appropriately ominous, as Bowie obliquely poeticizes about the Motor City riots of 1967, after Iggy Pop described them to him. Growing up in the Detroit area, I was lucky enough to hear radio DJs play it to death.
“Cracked Actor” increases the fun factor with its fuzzed-out glam rock that swaggers with more menace than T. Rex. Ronson’s guitar tone is crunchier than a vat full of Grape-Nuts. The baroque, drama-school rock of “Time” finds Bowie verging on Queen territory, with Ronson at his most Brian May-like. “Lady Grinning Soul” also gets arty, albeit with Garson filigreeing his ass off on piano. You can imagine Scott Walker or Tim Hardin crooning this morose song. One of the most immediately lovable songs in the rock canon, “The Jean Genie” is an ingenious, glam-stomp revamp of Bo Diddley’s “I’m A Man” riff. I’ve heard “The Jean Genie” hundreds of times and somehow I’m still not sick of it. The refrain of “Let yourself goooo-ew-oh!” feels like the animating spirit of Aladdin Sane, one of Bowie’s more underrated efforts in a decade loaded with classics. -Buckley Mayfield
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