This is a very good follow-up to the seriously under-rated Heathen. At first I didn't think much of Heathen, and I am ashamed to say I said so on this site in a rather intemperate review. Heathen's grown on me, which is what a good rock record ought to do. It's what all David's old records did as well.
Significantly, Reality is a lot like Heathen. It seems that David's finally relinquished the desire to be really cutting edge (fingers burned there on Earthling, I dare say) and is acting his own age, without forgetting his history.
Reality rocks, but never too hard (as, say, Outside tried to - the track Reality itself strays closest to the line, and it is the least successful entry because of it), and lays back equally nicely: one thing I always liked about Bowie was his killer middle eights, hooks and vocal melodies. They're here in abundance throughout the record. Fall Dogs Bomb The Moon (great title by the way! very Ashes to Ashes!) is especially winsome.
As there was in Heathen, in Pablo Picasso there is an amusing cover of an artist of Bowie's own vintage, and the Mike Garson jazz influence again wafts over the trenches in the form of the delightful closer, Bring Me The Head Of The Disco King.
And it grows on me with every listen. I'm almost looking forward to the next Bowie album. Now there's a feeling I haven't had in a while.
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