Oh You Pretty Things - David Bowie
‘Gotta make way for the Homo Superior…’
Meanwhile in another part of London David Bowie was channelling Aleister Crowley and Friedrich Nietzsche for his own version of our collective space future. The human race, as we know it, is doomed, he tells us, and the coming race will be an alliance between aliens and our children. Bowie was picking up on a metaphor for the times: the true aliens amongst us were the kids. Every fucked up teenager hearing this knew it meant them. The future was theirs and the post-war world of their parents was finished. In typical pop culture scavenging mode Bowie was fusing ideas from different sources to create a prophetic cosmic future, an evolutionary super race born of Nietzsce’s Ubermench and Crowley’s Aeon of Horus with a modish coating of space age sci-fi. Considering ‘homo sapiens have outgrown their use’, its remarkably detached, jaunty even, that piano as warm as the log on the fire.