An exit from the stage like only Bowie could pull off, especially since, by a sudden turn of events, he left us barely two days after the release of the album. Behind the cryptic lyrics that the exegetes rushed to decipher as soon as his death was announced, and the sophisticated arrangements in which advanced jazz and avant-electronica collide and connive, what we hear above all is the infinite sadness of a man who doesn’t want to leave.
