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Track Listings
| Disc: 1 |
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| 1. Intro |
| 2. Ain't No Grave Can Hold This Body Down |
| 3. Burning Hell |
| 4. Baby's Insane |
| 5. I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry |
| 6. Lonely Woman |
| 7. Frenzy |
| Disc: 2 |
| 1. Blue Spirit Blues |
| 2. My World Is Empty Without You |
| 3. I Put A Spell On You |
| 4. At The Dark End Of The Street |
| 5. Dancing In The Dark |
| 6. Dead Cat On The Line |
| 7. See That My Grave Is Kept Clean |
| 8. Burning Hell (Reprise) |
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13 of 14 people found the following review helpful
Format:Audio CD
Bring down the safety rail - you're going to need it!
This is the darkest disc i have bought yet one that i want to play again and again.
This is the darkest disc i have bought yet one that i want to play again and again.
This double disk provides more exhilarating twists and turns than the best fairground ride.
Just one accomplished pianist, with a stupendous vocal talent that makes PJ Harvey sound like Kylie!
This is one of the most passionate performances i have ever heard and one i can recommend.
This artist is unique and unrivalled. Every style of music gets a hearing but it is the jazz-tinged, deliciously dark delivery that's the theme of the whole affair.
It has shot into my top ten albums of all time!
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
Format:Audio CD
well.. it is not the first CD by Diamanda Galas, which I listened to.
But it is definitely the best of all of them I've ever heard
But it is definitely the best of all of them I've ever heard
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
Format:Audio CD|Amazon Verified Purchase
Screams from Ward 9 as Nurse Ratchet brings the 6 inch spike to sedate the 'patient' whilst burly moustachioed nurses enact Pindown on the emotionally wounded. Squashed for 1 hour the eternal internal scream pervades the blue sky institutional thinking. A descent within, as this ethereal then bass heavy voice washes in through the windows of the soul.
It pierces the worlds of despair with a shrill blast. It blows into the barren worlds of the spiritually tortured. Spirituals sang to ease the paens, whilst the psychiatric nurses, feet up jiggle to the sound of ipod Rhianna.
Enter stage right Johnny Lee Hooker and Screamin' Jay Hawkins two men who deified the 20thC delving into the blackheart with their templates of sardonic delta blues. Screaming Jay supplies 'Spell' and 'Frenzy,' here distorted into curses by Diamanda Galas. Johnny Lee's bitter wink at the world is caught in 'Burnin Hell'. The Spirituals heave a bottomless sigh. Unexpurgated tales of racial suffering transformed into songs illuminating despair. The dark shrouded world of internal loneliness and utter meaningless flows from a lead casket caught in the spotlight of Diamanda's glare.
Tortured wandering souls searching for love in a barren silent moonscape bump into a form of recognition. Rising from the ground millenia provides a glimpse of her cleavage, a never ending precipice stretching into the void. The earth shakes and vibrates to the sounds of four sets of hooves, galloping across the plains. Eventually the nurses go out to get a cigarette, the cell door thankfully closes, the CD ends....phewwwww.
Only to be administered in small doses.
It pierces the worlds of despair with a shrill blast. It blows into the barren worlds of the spiritually tortured. Spirituals sang to ease the paens, whilst the psychiatric nurses, feet up jiggle to the sound of ipod Rhianna.
Enter stage right Johnny Lee Hooker and Screamin' Jay Hawkins two men who deified the 20thC delving into the blackheart with their templates of sardonic delta blues. Screaming Jay supplies 'Spell' and 'Frenzy,' here distorted into curses by Diamanda Galas. Johnny Lee's bitter wink at the world is caught in 'Burnin Hell'. The Spirituals heave a bottomless sigh. Unexpurgated tales of racial suffering transformed into songs illuminating despair. The dark shrouded world of internal loneliness and utter meaningless flows from a lead casket caught in the spotlight of Diamanda's glare.
Tortured wandering souls searching for love in a barren silent moonscape bump into a form of recognition. Rising from the ground millenia provides a glimpse of her cleavage, a never ending precipice stretching into the void. The earth shakes and vibrates to the sounds of four sets of hooves, galloping across the plains. Eventually the nurses go out to get a cigarette, the cell door thankfully closes, the CD ends....phewwwww.
Only to be administered in small doses.
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