From the 1973 album of the same name, this is where Bowie attempts to leave the glam stuff behind and go forward into more experimental territory. It starts nicely enough, swingingly even, and were it not for the slightly jarring brightness of Mike Garson’s piano, it’d be almost pedestrian. But then (at around 1:35) it shifts gear into a two-chord garage band thrust with the piano plonking away all over it – becoming a kind of primal rock/avant-garde jazz hybrid thing.
It’s easily one of my favourite Bowie moments. I just wish it went on for a hell of a lot longer.