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 corner because we know “Baby Can Dance!”

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