What is a documentary maker supposed to do when someone as gifted and empathic as Francis Whately has already covered most of the Bowie bases with three detailed and hypnotic films about different defining periods of the man’s life and career?
For as long as I can remember – back when I was not yet a teenager, listening to Joan Baez first as a way to learn guitar – voices and lyrics have been the elements that have drawn me in. It’s the timbre, the grain of the voice. A voice that is always unique, instantly recognisable. That owes nothing to techno-wizardry. A voice that is at least as good live as it is on audio.
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