Showing once again that the Mercury music prize judges are all on crack, this years winner not only looks like a freshly poured bucket of manure, he sounds like one too.
And he cites the terminally awful Boy George as being his mentor, even dueting with the washed up old queen on one or two songs, the resultant mess sounding like two vibrating angle grinders with a bit of dull plinky plonky piano in the background, and twice as painful.
It's at times like this I envy the deaf.
"I Am A Bird Now" - well you look like The Freak from famed Australian chokey soap opera Prisoner Cell Block H, if you can call her a bird, so well done Anthony, have a pat on the back, now do us all a favour and shut your "unique" noise.