The cult of Bowie says I should learn to love this album, but I've listened to this more than I care to admit and came away from this with less than I imagined. A Lad Insane... Alladin Sane / The Jean Jeanie... My understanding of this album is that it's about the wish, hope and struggle for fame and what comes afterward. Panic in Detroit is the pinnacle of fame. If you find it, you flex like a whore and fall wanking to the floor. Cracked actor says Suck, baby, suck, give me your head, Before you start professing that you're knocking me dead as if to say Fame is all elusive, unbearable and boring. Truth be told, this album isn't unbearable and boring. Aladdin Sane is super campy and on par with the soundtrack to the Rocky Horror Picture show. The saxophone truly blows. The songs, aside from Panic in Detroit and The Jean Genie are mostly forgettable. This is one of those albums that is on this list because it fits well within a certain timeframe but that period is far gone and all but forgotten. I'd go as far to say that if this album art hadn't been so iconic Aladdin Sane most likely would've slipped away with the rest of history.