Antony and the Johnsons - Music Review

If you mixed Boy George, Elton John, the emotional crescendos of the worst Lifetime movies ever, a splash of orchestra, extreme vibrato and a whole lot of androgyny, you might come close to mimicking the tearful yet high-voltage sound of Antony and the Johnsons. While abrasive at first, Antony finds a way to pound into your frontal lobe and leave you laughing at the ridiculousness of his lyrics while humming the addictive chorus over and over.
His appearance is odd and alien to his own culture, but not unnerving. And when he sings, the spectator soon forgets Antony is wearing a shimmering, space nightgown, and falls into the trance of the peaks and valleys of his quivering vocals.
Maybe it's the carnal effect powerful orchestral sounds have on the emotions, or maybe its the feeling Antony puts into his performance, but I like to think it's his lack of shame, even pride, for who he is and what he represents. And rightly so, for what he does is truly amazing.