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Well, I like 'em. Possibly because I avoided listening thanks to the brouhaha about Antony's image, until recently, when I heard the first album, and was very impressed. (It probably helps that I've been buying a bit of Roxy Music vinyl lately, which greases the skids a certain amount.)
It's theatrical and borrows like fuck, but I do enjoy it in the same way I enjoy Scott Walker: at very certain times, in very certain doses. It's something that has the possibility to shit me to tears, though - that much is certain.
I'll be interested to see him and his band live as part of the Sydney Festival. At least then, I'll know that if it sucks, I've got a week's worth of Tiger Lillies shows I can line up for. |
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