This is not the Bowie backlash. It’s really not. I wouldn’t dare. The last thing I need on a Saturday morning is a load of weeping celebrities in leotards and tear-stained make-up throwing platform boots and space helmets at my house.
And anyway I like David Bowie’s music. I had six or seven of his records on vinyl as a kid, including a couple of the “difficult” ones and a double album of the bonkers juvenilia (The Laughing Gnome holds up, I swear). And I bought Hunky Dory and the first Ziggy album again when I went over to CDs (nobody buys Station To Station twice). I even downloaded the odd Bowie song after my collection went digital, although I was 40 by then