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	the following is from http://www.nyrock.com/conf/index.asp Diamanda Galas at Joe's Pub, October 21, 2002 There was a full moon on Monday, October 21, 2002. That evening, Diamanda Galas performed at Joe's Pub, the second of her four scheduled dates at the venue. Galas is more than a piano-pummeling goddess who can reach the farthest corners of human emotion with her four-octave voice. She's also a voice for people who have been silenced by disease, injustice, and hate. It's hard to imagine a more powerful mouthpiece. Her critics are mostly right-wing tightwads who see an impure, threatening demon spouting her evil to and fro. Perhaps her wild operatic vignettes are a bit imprecatory, but that's why we love her. Dressed in black with thick hoop earrings, Galas played pieces from her forthcoming album La Serpenta Canta and previously recorded songs including "See That My Grave Is Kept Clean," "I Put a Spell on You," "Baby's Insane," and "25 Minutes to Go." She hailed down on the piano keys and made noises you'd associate with animals of the rainforest. Haul in a couple of screeching monkeys and parrots, and we'd have the Diamanda Galas All-Star Chorus. On the human side of things, Galas also flaunted a sexy cabaret allure a la Eartha Kitt and a craggy, Dylan-esque charm. Her voice didn't shift in pitch so much as mutate. She went from bone-dry rasps to swooping cries to a curdling sound I can only associate with butter turning rancid. Truly jaw-dropping, truly wicked.

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Diamanda Galas at Joe's Pub, October 21, 2002

There was a full moon on Monday, October 21, 2002. That evening, Diamanda Galas performed at Joe's Pub, the second of her four scheduled dates at the venue. Galas is more than a piano-pummeling goddess who can reach the farthest corners of human emotion with her four-octave voice. She's also a voice for people who have been silenced by disease, injustice, and hate. It's hard to imagine a more powerful mouthpiece. Her critics are mostly right-wing tightwads who see an impure, threatening demon spouting her evil to and fro. Perhaps her wild operatic vignettes are a bit imprecatory, but that's why we love her.

Dressed in black with thick hoop earrings, Galas played pieces from her forthcoming album La Serpenta Canta and previously recorded songs including "See That My Grave Is Kept Clean," "I Put a Spell on You," "Baby's Insane," and "25 Minutes to Go." She hailed down on the piano keys and made noises you'd associate with animals of the rainforest. Haul in a couple of screeching monkeys and parrots, and we'd have the Diamanda Galas All-Star Chorus. On the human side of things, Galas also flaunted a sexy cabaret allure a la Eartha Kitt and a craggy, Dylan-esque charm. Her voice didn't shift in pitch so much as mutate. She went from bone-dry rasps to swooping cries to a curdling sound I can only associate with butter turning rancid. Truly jaw-dropping, truly wicked.