Plague Mass (1984 - End Of The Epidemic)
On October 12-13, 1990 Diamanda Galás performed the Plague Mass at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine.“Death, like life, has its own music and in the convulsive Plague Mass of Diamanda Galás, all that is holy and unholy, pure and defiled, beatific and profane is woven together on the loom of daemonic celestial hymnody and incandescent hate. Galás’ unearthly instrument -her own spectral multi-octave voice- is fueled by febrile seething hatred and brutal compassion. Hatred for the genocidal disease -AIDS- and the homophobic power-elite who would deny the dying the simple dignity and humanity accorded the arteriosclerotic and the cancerous. In her Plague Mass, Galás gives voice to an army of tortured souls, the ones who can no longer sing for themselves: the infirm, the insane, the dead who will not rest in peace.Galás’ work has been called Satanic, and, in fact, it is. Not the piddly cartoon Satanism of puerile metalloids, but rather the heroic outlaw devil-conjuring of Milton’s Paradise Lost: Lucifer the bringer of light, defyer of “God,” pariah, outsider, martyr. Galás’ Satan is not unlike the crucified outlaw, Jesus, murdered by the religious order of the day. Denounced in Italy last August by the members of the government for committing blasphemy against the Catholic Church during her performance at the Palace of the Medici’s, Galás makes no apologies, offers no simple explanations. The Plague Mass is a rite that sanctifies the outcast, scourges the bigoted and brain-dead, and vilifies the sanctimonious. The Plague Mass is an act of war, and girded for battle, Galás performs it swathed in blood.She mounts the pulpit, the harangue of a truth beyond metaphor and the revelation of the truly Satanic: the same pious fucks who strung Jesus up the tree two thousand years ago are using his name to justify the deaths of –and deny mercy to- our brothers and sisters who now lie crippled, insane and withering from within, seared by an uninvited virus, so insidious, it steals the body’s biological right to defend itself against disease.At the end of her journey through the torment s of the damned, Diamanda Galás asks God and man, like the Old Testament prophets and slaves in the field, to “Let My People Go”.Authentically liturgical and truly blasphemous, the Plague Mass is a convocation of souls and an invocation of energy. AIDS is the whimpering apocalypse; the real horror is when we turn away. We are all shrouded in the Plague and this is war. The only thing worth dying for is each other.”
[Tim Holmes]
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1. There Are No More Tickets to the Funeral: Were You A Witness (I)
2. There Are No More Tickets to the Funeral: Were You A Witness (II)
3. There Are No More Tickets to the Funeral: Were You A Witness (III)
4. This Is The Law Of The Plague (Leviticus, Ch. 15 Old Testament, Psalms 22, 58, 59)
5. I Wake Up And I See The Face Of The Devil (I)
6. I Wake Up And I See The Face Of The Devil (II)
7. Confessional (Give Me Sodomy or Give Me Death)
8. How Shall Our Judgement Be Carried Out Upon The Wicked (Excerpts From Revelations 19:11-14 and Revelations 16:12-16)
9. Let Us Praise The Masters Of Slow Death
10. Consecration
11. Sono L'Antichristo
12. Cris D'Aveugle: Blind Man's Cry
13. Let My People Go
14. There Are No More Tickets To The Funeral
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