Baby Can Dance
“It’s got a very different flavor from your non—Tin-Machine Bowie. Your organic, free-range Bowie.” Channeling a discussion from an alternate timeline, we discuss the sound of Tin Machine, and why this album is either a comfy reverb blanket or a sonic Magic Eye. We try (and probably fail) to be good feminists. Nobody puts us in the … Continue reading "Baby Can Dance"
