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The Age (Melbourne)

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Wednesday 12/10/2005
MELBOURNE FESTIVAL REVIEW
DIAMANDA GALAS : SONGS OF EXILE
Hamer Hall
October 10
John Slavin Reviewer

One of the most extraordinary moments in Diamanda Galas' recital on Monday light was the opening of Peruvian poet Cesar Vallejo's surrealist poem EPISTLE TO THE TRANSIENTS, a topical lyric that describes in gut-wrenching physical detail the experience of being a displaced person.

Galas sings it as a recitative that grows into a powerful Goyaesque declamation about the inevitability of extinction. But the introduction is a tripping little rondo whose cuteness she transforms into a dance of death.

Death is the constant traveling companion of this loosely connected sequence of songs from French, Spanish. Italian, German, Italian, Turkish, and Greek sources.

Galas takes us on a journey with the poet of each lyric who has suffered exile from his homeland and whose exile is literally a descent into death. It is emotionally satisfying that the cycle concludes with an all-out expressive version of the traditional ballad SEE THAT MY GRAVE IS KEPT CLEAN.

If there is a link that gives Galas' performance coherence, it is the tradition of "amanedes." The concluding "Aman!Aman!" to a song is the ancient sigh of fate, grief, suffering across cultures that stretch from Greece to Afghanistan. In Greek  music it influenced rembetika, the equivalent of the Blues that in the 1920s emerged out of the hash dens of Asia Minor. Galas is thus coming home to her cultural roots.

But it is a tradition that she challenges with an idiosyncratic form of musical surrealism. She deliberately exaggerates the style in which each is sung to break open her sophisticated technique in order to enter the zone of raw poetry. She pushes her voice to extremes to make it crumble at the edges--the way a flamenco singer does--so that at times it has the dissonance of a rotting pianola in a bar south of some border.

Even familiar English spirituals such as LET MY PEOPLE GO! are treated in an expressively emphatic way to match style with content that makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck.

Galas' brilliant accompaniment evokes the rhythms of the exotic, the profane and the doomed. Here Galas is a chameleon in a protean and lyrical performance that escapes the sorrows of her themes. It is the work of a poet exploring the dark side of experience.