The height of David Bowie's astonishing reinvention as a mythical rock & roll messiah, "Ziggy Stardust," taken from his still famous 1972 breakthrough album, has been cloned, redone, borrowed from, and revisited so many times now that trying to describe its impact becomes nearly impossible. What's interesting, though, in comparison to later efforts from others -- notably Bauhaus' nuclear-strength take on it ten years later -- is how relatively restrained it is in ways. Rather than being one of the album's quick, stone-cold rockers, it's measured, takes its time, is as acoustic as it is electric. The band's performance itself, though, is nothing less than crisp and explosive, Mick Ronson's distorted guitar work and interpretation of the weird, jerky riffs that make up the song as much a signal for where rock could go as any of Hendrix's big hits. Bowie himself subverts and transcends the whole thing brilliantly, bitchily high-pitched singing and a searing series of lyrics touching on everything from sex and death to grubby egomania just so. All it takes is that concluding "Ziggy played...guitar!" and the final notes to put the seal on a total classic.