This album encapsulates the story of a child, perhaps recounted by a kind of Pierrot, on a rainy night in the warmth of circus caravans. It is amidst drapes and "furniture" softness that the tales of growth, solitude, disguise, and the infinite tenderness of isolation are told. And freedom is the childlike and mystical growth of wings.
Anthony seems to have preserved all his innocence... "Hope there's someone" is the first song, very iterative and repetitive, almost acoustic until an instrumental final loop that seems like the first curtain closing, merely announcing the atmosphere, which will remain pretty much the same throughout the album. The trembling and tired voice continues to sing supplications, which are, however, gentle and not heavy to listen to. "Man is the Baby" is beautiful... everything is evidently imbued with intimacy.
It is one of the most moving albums I've heard lately.
Antony has a wo-n-der-ful voice, Lou Reed called it 'angelic.'
Recommended: to those who welcome anyone with open arms, without knowing their name.
Your heart, after listening, will never be the same.
Perhaps a single word can encapsulate the essence of this album: unique.
Antony’s voice is not only inimitable but also of a painful, unparalleled beauty.
His music is a continuous pulse of life agglomerated to the despair that cries out for help.
It is evident that Thomas Newman has worked mostly for cinema. He knows when the sound needs to be drier and when fuller, when it should engage and when it should allow the protagonist’s breath to be heard.
A woman’s voice that seems like a man’s, for a man who tries to be a woman.