A greek woman who can transpose herself into the spirit of a 1920's black blues destroyer, one of the only known, who can actually transcend the originals. Not only does she drop into the vertical abyss of despair, penury, heartbreak but she quaffs a deep draft from the well of misery to slake her thirst with her hands hammering the ivories. The vocal chords are a frequency weapon delivered with the power of a rocket. The only way to describe the effect live is to imagine being on a runway as the plane warms up and then hurtles at 500mph into the night sky. This is G Force Diamanda. Her voice sieves the erstatz from the real and leaves the rest of the modern day female vocal cohorts appearing as lollipop ladies on the zebra crossing of life. Stuck with a big sign, dressed in brightly garish clothes doing a worthwhile job, taking the pocket money from children to play bingo.
Diamanda sets the standard to judge everyone else and this record along with the Singer is the measurement of wannabees blues singers such as Amy Winehouse or her copyists. Play this loud and hell will freeze, the birds will no longer sing and smoke will rise from the floor. Neighbours will stare at you with shock and awe, too afraid to ask you to turn it down lest you gaze at their visage and turn them into stone.
It is the feeling of power and you can tune in for the price of a CD. In Delvisland Diamanda is the Ice Queen and the rest are flakes.