David Bowie - "Young Americans" (1975)

I promised you I would get back to going through David Bowie's discography! Way back during the pandemic I was listening through David Bowie's records and reviewing them on here. I managed to get up to Diamond Dogs before the opening up of the real world again got on top of me. I have listened all the way up to Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps) but never found the time to write about them. Diamond Dogs didn't really land with me and truth be told I don't think I've listened to it since that review. It was a bit of a mess of a record that had way too many half formed and thinly sketched ideas. One of those ideas was the incorporation of soul and funk music into his sound. These genres were nothing more than set dressing on Diamond Dogs, but this time around Bowie has dived fully into them; basically making a pastiche of the genre that he himself dubbed as 'plastic soul'.

I feel like Bowie's slightly dismissive terminology when referring to the record and the complete genre switch-up has led to the album getting a bit of a bad wrap from fans, often getting dismissed as neither a 'proper soul record' or an authentic Bowie piece of work. I think this sentiment is rather misguided, as while it isn't the very best of Bowie's discography, it is actually pretty good and personally I think it's a way more coherent and impressive record than Diamond Dogs.

The record is bookended by its two biggest songs, the title track and Fame. Young Americans is a loose and groovy soul jam and a great showcase of what the album is about. Bowie's earnest croon builds into an anthemic refrain over a steady drum beat and expressive saxophone with excellent backing vocals that give a real sense of gravitas to the song. Fame on the other hand is a swaggering funk tune that oozes confidence and coolness. The song is about the consequences of fame (a topic Bowie explored a bit in Aladdin Sane), and has a sinister undercurrent to it that in retrospect feels like a taste of what to come on Station to Station and the Thin White Duke persona.

The six songs that sit inbetween these tracks continue the very sensual and relaxed vibe of the two singles, making a bright and summery experience. The whole album just feels very loved-up and warm. Win slows it down with woozy guitar licks and smooth crooning from Bowie. It is a very gentle and tasteful moment on the record. Fascination is another meaty funk tune and has a real swagger to the call and response pattern between Bowie and the backing vocals. The Sax once again has a field day on this song. Right rounds out the first half with a wild mashup of the two genres, starting out very slow and emotive, before being overtaking by the funk groovy and vocals more powerful. Bowie sort of takes a backseat on the song, handing over the reigns to the backing vocalists

The back end isn't quite as engaging as the first half, and similarly to his Rolling Stones cover on Aladdin Sane, Bowie's rendition of The Beatle's Across the Universe is a bit of a clunker. He kind of butchers it if I'm being honest. All of the whimsy and wonder of the original is just stripped out, and replaced with Bowie just completely over egging the vocals. Somebody up There Likes Me is the longest song on the record and the one that feels the most like a pastiche and by the time Can You Hear Me rolls around as the penultimate song it does feel like the album has shown all its cards and run out of ideas. I'm glad that Fame kicks the album into gear again so that it ends on a strong and memorable footing.

Young Americans is a good album and a pretty successful foray into the worlds of soul and funk for Bowie. I think it is also really important in his development as an artist, with what would immediately follow with Station to Station and also down the line in the genres' incorporation into his biggest commercial hit, Let's Dance. It really doesn't deserve the reputation it gets from fans.

Top Tracks: Young Americans, Win, Fascination, Right, Fame

7/10