His first album, David Bowie (1967), is completely silly music and lyrics. Utter nonsense. This could be excusable if the songs were good, but they aren’t. There’s a clever lyric here and there that can put a smile on my face, but it’s not worth listening to the song (let alone the album) to get to those.

At least “The Laughing Gnome” was funny—and that’s not even on the album. The only merit I can see to David Bowie (1967) is that it might be the first album people could possibly call “twee.” Sickeningly cute and happy happy happy :))))). Too bad I’m not buying it. 🙁