Diamanda Galas is a truly unique talent, gifted with an operatic voice and a riveting presence. She took these and ran with them in a truly unexpected direction: the beauty and power of her voice used to tell stories of horror and ugliness, the depravity of authority figures, and the anguish of the fallen.
In "Deliver Me From Mine Enemies", through several sections, Diamanda paints an unnerving picture of how society can ostracize those who deserve pity. She quotes from Leviticus 15 on how to deal with leprosy, and when she recites Psalm 22 ("My God, why have you forsaken me?"), it isn't as a pleasant prayer, but the screams of a soul in torment.
It is a pity that appreciation of this enormously gifted singer seems to be mostly limited to the Goth subculture, who love the medium but seem not to hear the message. Diamanda is not a "life sucks, woe is me" artist. And she is definitely, definitely not what you will hear on Top 40 radio. It has always been odd to me how most people can celebrate movies that are concerned with suffering and redemption, yet only want to hear "love, love, love" from music.