David Bowie’s 25th album is like so much of his greatest work in that it’s impossible to separate it from the story behind its creation. If he’s become a character, as he did with his Ziggy Stardust and The Thin White Duke personas, the 66-year-old is now a wise grandfather reflecting on his past. He does exactly that on Where Are We Now?, referencing his great love, Berlin. Each of The Next Day’s 14 songs feels like a love letter to a different part of his career. Opener The Next Day harks back to Aladdin Sane, Valentine’s Day evokes the spirit of his late guitarist Mick Ronson, while the blue-eyed soul of Boss Of Me could easily sit on 1975’s Young Americans. The Next Day is a rock album – loud, frantic and fun. Earl Slick’s guitar provides the grunt; Bowie’s voice, sounding better than anyone thought possible, provides the grace. It’s been a decade since Bowie released an album, and most thought he’d retired for good. The Next Day is a fantastic album, representing the best comeback of all time.