Over the course of The Next Day's rollout, we've seen the extraordinarily well preserved, vital art/rock legend David Bowie make hold up his end of the bargain, from a song and video standpoint: See "Where Are We Now?"'s film school nostalgia, "The Stars (Are Out Tonight)"'s Tilda Swinton-informed suburban surrealism, and "The Next Day"'s A-list actor-fueled, barroom Jesus Christ pose. "Valentine's Day" is decidedly lower concept (David on a stool with a headless guitar, strumming and singing in a long marble corridor), though it still serves a very important function: A remembrance of David's wondrous eyeballs. Watch. Because he is watching you.
The Next Day is out.
