This is so wrong; it ends up being right somehow. On paper, this cover is a car wreck. Barbara takes on Bowie’s brilliant, epic ballad of camp surrealism – his homage to big, theatrical female belters like Judy Garland, Shirley Bassey and…Streisand, herself – and the song escapes her utterly. Her delivery sound like she learned the lyrics phonetically. (She might as well be singing in Cantonese.) And Jon Peters’ production/Tom Scott’s arrangements bring to mind the cool, “L.A.-sound” of Joni Mitchell’s “Court and Spark” LP – minus all the clever bits Joni brought to the table. Yet it spite of all of these faults – this version works. The song is just too good, and Babs’ charisma is just too powerful. It’s a [Space] oddity you’ve got to hear to believe.