Ho-hum! I love David Bowie. He’s a fantastic artist. Yet, no matter how many spins I give Hunky Dory, I just can’t get into it. I’m not quite sure what it is about it. I think I find the sound of it not as exciting or eclectic as some of his other albums. Hunky Dory seems to benefit more from David Bowie’s charismatic vocal performance than memorable melodies or unconventional songs (outside of the lyrics and delivery).

That’s not to say Hunky Dory isn’t a good album—it is—I just believe he has better. I even prefer the two albums that predate it; the psychedelic folk of Space Oddity and the hard glam swagger of The Man Who Sold the World, and I certainly like quite a few after Hunky Dory more than it.

On the other hand, much of my opinion on this album seems opposite from the norm. Fans consider this one of Bowie’s greatest, while I only consider it a solid record by his standards (not really opposite, but give me some leeway). Fans also love the song “Changes,” while I only consider it decent. You know what my favorite song is on Hunky Dory? “Kooks.” Maybe I’m one myself. Alas, I’m not kooky enough to not know what I like.