Ziggy Stardust grabs you on the first line and doesn’t let go until it hits its ending refrain- reminding you that “you’re not alone!” My copy of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars wasn’t in the best condition when I bought it, and high school and college didn’t leave it in any better shape. That old LP’s seen more needles than Johnny Thunders. So when I sat down to listen to the 2012 remaster, my brain fell out of my ears. The depth of those recordings, the details of that sound. There’s a similar revelation to be had when listening to the remastered stereo version White Album, or the recently remastered Kinks discography. Hands down, one of the most enigmatic records of the rock era, Ziggy‘s more than some make-up and overdrive. It’s more than a megalomaniac with a Christ Complex. It’s the result of a studied songwriter having to create an entire world to communicate his vision, as indebted to Nietzsche, Schopenhauer, and Heidegger as it is to McCartney/Lennon, and Ray Davies.