Like David Bowie himself, this is a show that defies definition. It’s both all and none of a musical, a play, a gig, performance art, philosophical meditation, a fever dream, a collective trip into the unknown. It’s aesthetically ravishing, musically profound, and – though inarguably weird and frequently indecipherable – emotionally devastating.
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