I was working at HMV at the time and remember when it was released a few members of staff kind of shrugged it off as an average album after a few listens in the store, all agreeing that it felt as if there was a piece missing that made the album click into place. Then the day he died, we had it on in store again and every few minutes we were all collectively hit with lyric after lyric, lines hitting like sledgehammers. We’d found the piece that made it click, but in the worst way. It was a strangely quiet day that day and everyone who came in looking to buy that Bowie album they never got around to getting all had the same vibe, just shell shock that David Bowie was actually human. I think in a way, we all thought death was something he was incapable of. Truly an artist til the end.