It’s a compelling discomfort that comes with writing alongside songs that speak for themselves, like telling a beautiful woman that she is exactly that: beautiful. She already knows. Telling her is a soft rustle in the leaves of her trees, passing by.
Covering John Lennon’s “Imagine” is something like that. Futile. And it’s not that Antony soaking his honey-heavy vocals in it isn’t comely – it is – but telling you that is pinching time that could be better spent listening.
[Thank You For Your Love falls on the 30th of this month. Pre-order here. Their next full-length album follows in October. Pre-order that, too.]