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I am bad for finding this funny, but it's damn funny.

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I am bad for finding this funny, but it's damn funny.

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You know, there are few pleasures in the world to compare with the pleasure of having Diamanda Galas on when your freakishly Christian coworker comes into your office to drop something off. Diamanda singing in Greek, at her most strident and accusatory and bereaved.
Said coworker is Chinese-American, and is freakishly Christian in the way that only a first-generation Chinese-American (yes, both his parents were emigres from China) can be. This is the coworker who it took about 20 minutes to describe a badger to. This is the coworker who had an involved and prolonged interrogatory conversation with me regarding the freshness of the milk in the refridgerator, to which he contributed 'there's a sign that says the milk is bad?' and 'Why does it say that?'.
Over.
And Over.
AND OVER.

And he just walked into my office and stared at the speakers and said Utterly Nothing other than 'here's the documents I did yesterday'.

Hahahahaha. I am cruel... but I just can't stop snickering.

Oh, and the new album by Ms. Galas titled Deifixiones? Very good. For fans, think 'Saint of the Pit meets Greek, Armenian, Turkish and Middle-Eastern musical themes'. For non-fans, think of a 3-octave range examining all the themes above in four different languages, as a denunciation of the ruthless eradication of Armenian people which the Turks perpetrated from 1914 - 1923- and a denunication of the world's history which has forgotten about this entirely.

Disturbing shit, yeah, but let's face it; you don't LISTEN to Diamanda Galas for comfort, DO you.
I think this may, actually, be her most solid album yet, artistically. But good christ the reviews are funny.

'The thinking person’s Marilyn Manson, Diamanda Galas’ music makes the bleakest mid-'90s work of PJ Harvey sound sunny and optimistic.'

'This record has everything from, "blues to Byzantine scales," professes Galas, a Greek / American diva who wouldn't really look out of place at an Addam's Family bar-b-q.'

See, I can SEE the scene in Addams' Family Values with her in it, too.

'Oh, and this is Gomez's favorite cousin, Diamanda, Mr. Jones.'
'A pleasure to meet you, Diamanda.'
'FUCKSHITFUCKHELLPISSAIEHTIWWUTHAKEUWLANALAHANANANANAHAHAHA!'
*aside* '...erm, Tourette's?'
*whispered* 'No! She's an artist.'
  • But I wouldn't want to lie.

    Most of the album, in fact, is NOT from the bible. Here are the tracks: I'll put in italics the ones with a substantive (over 20%) verbal origin in any book of the Bible or Apocrypha.

    1. There Are No More Tickets to the Funeral
    2. This Is The Law of the Plague
    3. I Wake Up and I See the Face of The Devil
    4. Confessional (Give Me Sodomy or Give Me Death)
    5. How Shall Our Judgement Be Carried Out Upon the Wicked?
    6. Let Us Praise the Masters of Slow Death
    7. Consecration
    8. Sono L'Antichristo
    9. Cris D'Aveugle
    10. Let My People Go

    1 out of 10 tracks doesn't make for safely saying 'it's just from the Bible', in my book. Sure, the most obviously ritualist and most seemingly-Satanic of the lot is indeed almost entirely straight out of Leviticus... but most of it isn't directly out of any litany or liturgy.
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