The thin white duke is back, and he's, well, back to the future. Two years ago, Bowie reinvented himself in the best way that he knows how: finding an innovative form of music and excelling in it. His previous release, Earthling, offered an industrial drum and bass quality, but with ...hours, he seems to finally take a look back at his roots.

Opening with "Thursday's Child", a soulfilled retrospective piece including female vocals, ...hours develops into a fantastic piece of work that gushes with feeling. Bowie's voice, while weaving in and out of faboulousness, is still absolutely brilliant. "If I'm Dreaming My Life" feels a "Let's Dance" era backing track and "The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell" is a simply stunning rock piece.

While Bowie is obviously talented, there's something slightly disappointing about ...hours, and that is that it fails to reconstruct. Here is a man, a genius, and his latest album already sounds years old. Perhaps what is on ...hours is what he's been dying to do for ages.
David Bowie

...hours

Virgin Records America

reviewed by Sarah Lewitinn