Tracks 3 to 5, 'Sweet Thing', 'Candidate' and 'Sweet Thing Reprise' are so astoundingly perfect that the rest of the album is almost an anti-climax, even though everything is at genius level. 'Sweet Thing' fades in beautifully, the shrieking vocal is beyond belief, and the lyrical quality and depth so superior that this could be studied for a degree in English literature. The seedy filth of the drug-run city we all dread is perfectly encapsulated by a wall of sound and introspection of the highest order.
'Is it nice in your snowstorm ... freezing your brain?
Do you think that your face looks the same?
Well then indeed ... it's all I ever wanted ...
It's a street with a deal .. and a face,
It's got claws, it's got me, it's got .... you!'
How do you even begin to give a shade of constructive criticism to that?
On top of this, the man played every instrument himself.
Bowie rises above the limits of human creativity. The level of his talent is beyond ordinary human comprehension.