David Bowie Blackstar is an inky labyrinth of human cruelty and frailty shot through with moments of grace and transcendence, and obsessed with different kinds of transformation.

And it’s another record on which each song carves out its own unique space, with no room for repetitions or redundancies. Even Bowie’s voice never does the same thing twice.

It’s haunted, wired, seductive, menacing, mischievous, kind: a final, multi-faceted performance from pop’s great actor.