By Jordan Zivitz
The Gazette (Montreal) | April 24, 2003
A new Lisa Germano CD is enough of a wonder; it’s almost a bonus that she’s made one of the best albums of the year so far. Having reportedly turned her back on music after leaving the prestigious 4AD label in 1998, Germano actually was sculpting her sixth album in her hours off from a Hollywood bookstore.
Few voices are hushed, or more chilling: Germano’s haunted lullabies are those sung by someone jolted awake by a 4 a.m. nightmare, someone picking at their fears and confessing their self-abuse.
The spectral washes of sound that float in and out of the late-night soliloquies add to the dream-state atmosphere, and, in at least one instance (Liquid Pig), would be bone-chilling in the noonday sun.
Despite Germano’s half-whispered vocals and musical-box piano, this is not easy listening. But just try finding a more genuine expression of inner darkness.
Featured Image: Lisa Germano (Photo: Matthew Welch)
