Another Yoko Wannabe?

I prefer Yoko's version. Diamanda looks like she means it, and that cannot be forgiven.

Compare:


 

And, no, I couldn’t be bothered with the distinctions between the compositions. The concept (and the conceit, ahem) are what is of highbrow concern, to the exclusion of what have you. The particular features of the ladies' respective performances, as such, are obviously indifferent matters. 

Still not convinced?  Consider this:

Next time, Mr. Jones, give Yoko a call.