Antony and the Johnsons - The Crying Light - Secretly Canadian, 2009

I was so bummed out the first time I listened to this one, all I wanted to do was burrow into Antony’s oversized blouse and let his manchunks rock me to a sweet deathsleep. I think it was totally overkill to put the word “crying” in the name of this album. It could have just been called “The Light” and we would have completely understood after the first line of the first song. I really hope you find some joy in your life, Antony, and that you don’t go kill yourself. Granted, it might boost sales; but the self imposed bloodshed in Canada needs to stop. Sure, we could all live without the wigs and moo-moo’s and your crunched up, torture faces. But now that you’re here, I can’t remember what life was like when you weren’t. Its like you’ve always been here…standing over my shoulder…asking for a hummer. “Sorry bud,” I would whisper, “but I still really like vaginas. Check back tomorrow. Oh…and leave that demo on the kitchen table when you leave.”