David Bowie is a good jumping-off point for Bobby Conn — except instead of playing a bisexual spaceman, Conn casts himself as the tranny AntiChrist (Trann-ti Christ?) in a pouting and preening his way through the book of Revelations. As foreboding as it is — Rise Up opens with a crack-addled Jesus descending from heaven and ends with Conn giving up everything but his despair — it's also gloriously flamboyant and ribald. Conn's voice hiccups in and out of falsetto, and strings sweep giddily across the arrangements like long pink boas. Five years may be all we've got, but Bobby Conn is going to make sure they're the most fabulous half-decade we've ever known.
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