Style: Vocal insanity
Primary Emotions/Themes: I don't understand the lyrics, I presume Satan and personal freedom
Thoughts: I've been putting off this album for months. Maybe years. It's one of the most frightening albums I own.
Diamanda Galas is a bit of a legend. There are reports of her singing nakeed on stage covered in blood and nothing but flames illuminating the entire venue. She is notorious for using two microphones at once to create a feedback loop to add to the already incredible dissonance of her voice.
Litanies of Satan consists of two tracks. Both of them are almost exclusively her vocals with an absolute minimalist backing through keyboards. Her voice and her voice alone is what makes this album what it is.
If it's just her voice, what then is it that makes this so incredibly terrifying? This is the auditory version of what a mental break sounds like. This is the voice in your head as the psychotic voice that has been pushing you to do horrendous acts finally takes over and pushes you to the point of action.
Her voice resonates in a cycle that completely erodes all sanity the more I listen to it. This is worse than nails on a chalk board, this is worse than a choir of crying children. There is nothing that I can do to get her voice out my head as soon as its there. It pierces everything, and DEMANDS that I sacrifice my sanity to it.
She rambles like a madwoman, she shrieks worse than a banshee, she howls louder than the southern winds. She is the auditory embodiment of insanity, and she is not content until all of humanity has been eroded with her. This is her sacrifice, these are her litanies to satan.
Written December 6th 2023
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