In the first two decades of his brilliant career David Bowie more or less had a persona if not a phase per album. When he released Station To Station early in 1976, he had already been the characters Ziggy Stardust and Aladdin Sane, and had just come out of the plastic soul phase of Young Americans.
It was no wonder he was The Thin White Duke for just Station To Station, because he was so coked-up, sleep-deprived, in fact bordering on madness, that it was a miracle he survived before moving from LA to Germany for the Berlin trilogy. While Station was a transition between funk and electronische Krautrock, it was a fully formed masterpiece in its own right. Listening to it today, I can see why I was totally in awe back when I bought it with hard-earned pocket money – it still is a tour de force.