From the get-go, Antony and the Johnsons’ The Crying Light languishes in undiluted distress, shaping a bitter, abstract moan into its first real words: “Her eyes….are underneath the ground.” To say this record represents a bitter acceptance of atrophy would be inexact. On its cover, an old woman, eyes to the sky, presses bony fingers away from her body, her face abstract, ambiguously emotional. Like his cover figure, Antony is simultaneously overwhelmed and at peace with his pain. Our full review, after the jump.
