The Afterword

Dave Amitri on Diamond Dogs

Month 6 of 12 Bowie albums in 12 months and it’s “Diamond Dogs”

“And in the death As the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy Thoroughfare The shutters lifted in inches in Temperance Building High on Poacher’s Hill And red, mutant eyes gaze down on Hunger City No more big wheels

Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats And ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes Coverting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers Like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love-Me Avenue Ripping and rewrapping mink and shiny silver fox, now legwarmers Family badge of sapphire and cracked emerald Any day now The Year of the Diamond Dogs

This ain’t Rock’n’Roll This is Genocide”

And so it begins with “Future Legend”. My ears prick, my pulse quickens, here we go. This is the time where Bowie becomes more than fancy clothes, cover versions and rehashed rock ‘n’ roll. The crazy motherfucker is going to take me on a wild ride here. Hang on to your hat Dave…… Except, the next song “Diamond Dogs” is just another Rolling Stones sound alike. I didn’t imagine when watching Bowie » Continue Reading.