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Blackstar shines bright

David Bowie (above) released his 25th album, Blackstar, on his birthday last Friday.
David Bowie (above) released his 25th album, Blackstar, on his birthday last Friday.PHOTO: RCA

David Bowie's final album is the apotheosis of his artistry

As was his modus operandi, David Bowie demonstrated supreme time management even when it came to his eventual departure.

His swansong 25th album, Blackstar, was released on his 69th birthday last Friday, along with the portentous video and single for the track Lazarus - a mere two days before he died from liver cancer.

Widely regarded as his most experimental work since 1977's Low, it was the apotheosis of his artistry from one of pop's most influential geniuses.

The choice of Lazarus as a single, in hindsight, was also no coincidence.

He penned it for an ongoing eponymous off-Broadway production in New York, which revisits the humanoid alien Thomas Jerome Newton from the 1963 science- fiction novel, The Man Who Fell To Earth. Bowie played the antihero in the 1976 film adaptation by Nicolas Roeg.



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In that respect, it has come full circle: The otherworldly being who had held, thrilled, kissed and killed fans had merely returned to wherever he came from.

Bowie's allusion to the Biblical parable of Lazarus of Bethany also signals death and resurrection, with the video depicting a coffin-like wardrobe and him bandaged and bedridden at a hospital, as he cries, as a final act of release: "Look up here, I'm in heaven... You know I'll be free/Just like that bluebird."

The music is a melancholic but unsentimental piece of nocturne with synths and the lonesome saxophone of Donny McCaslin, whose experimental electro- jazz-acoustic trio provide the sonic backbone for the album.

The title track, initially interpreted by many as his response to the rise of militant group Islamic State, is now seen as his meditation on one's legacy after death.

It's his desire not to be pigeonholed, as he crafts his ultimate act of transformation, reiterating that he is "not a pop star... not a film star... not a gangster... not a marvel star", but rather "a blackstar".

Tellingly, Blackstar was the only Bowie album that does not feature his likeness, but a solitary black star, the definitive post-image statement.

The song itself is a 10-minute masterclass in sonic arrhythmia, invoking a vaguely Middle Eastern universe as elusive drums weave with serpentine synths.

It sums up his artistic oeuvre, ranging from his carousel of personae to his sojourns into cinema and fantasia. It is a capsule of his contribution to contemporary music too, ranging from post-industrial doom to retro-futurism to jazz-funk. It is sad, intriguing, sprightly and slippery.

The ease with which he bends time can be heard in two wonderfully nimble tracks, 'Tis A Pity She Was A Whore and Sue (Or In A Season Of Crime). Inspired by a 17th-century play by dramatist John Ford, these are not polite, folksy tributes, but rather fecund, funky exercises of one's imagination and passion.

Days after his death, reading one particular line in the latter track, makes poignant sense: "Sue, the clinic called/The X-ray's fine/I brought you home/I just said home."

In Dollar Days, a jazzy, sassy kiss-off, he declares: "If I'll never see the English evergreens I'm running to/It's nothing to me", before adding: "Don't believe for just one second I'm forgetting you."

Likewise: Death does not become him. He will live on, remembered, ceaselessly reborn like Lazarus.

A version of this article appeared in the print edition of The Straits Times on January 13, 2016, with the headline 'Blackstar shines bright'. Print Edition | Subscribe