Alright, let’s dive into Lady Lazarus by Joy Von Spain—a wild ride that blends rock, electronic, and classical vibes with a dash of avant-garde chaos. Released in 2009 under Scatological Liberation Front (yeah, the label name alone tells you this isn’t your grandma’s playlist), this album feels like stepping into some alternate universe where genres don’t exist but somehow still fight each other for attention.
First off, let’s talk about “Entrance Of Durga.” This track kicks things off with an ethereal vibe that sneaks up on you like fog rolling over a graveyard at midnight. It’s got these haunting strings layered over what sounds like glitchy electronics having a nervous breakdown. Honestly? I couldn’t get it out of my head—not because it was catchy in a pop-song kind of way, but more like how you can’t unsee something weird. The mix of beauty and unease stuck with me long after the last note faded.
Then there’s “Beast Blob Parasite,” which is exactly as gross and awesome as its title suggests. Imagine if thrash metal had a baby with power electronics, and they raised it on a diet of noise experiments and existential dread. That’s this song. It hits hard and doesn’t apologize, kinda like someone yelling poetry while smashing plates in a restaurant. You’re not sure whether to laugh or run away, but either way, you’re hooked.
The rest of the album keeps up the same level of unpredictability. Tracks like “Lady Lazarus 1994” and “Lady Lazarus 2008” feel like two sides of the same coin—one all brooding and introspective, the other exploding with raw energy. And don’t even get me started on “Winter Of Our Discontent,” which somehow manages to sound both icy cold and burning hot at the same time. Like, what?
What makes Lady Lazarus so memorable is how unapologetically experimental it is. There are moments where it feels like Joy Von Spain just threw everything against the wall to see what sticks—and surprisingly, most of it does. Sure, some parts might leave you scratching your head or reaching for the volume knob, but isn’t that the point? Music should challenge you sometimes, right?
Anyway, here’s the random thought I’ll leave you with: listening to this album felt like flipping through channels on an old TV set, except every channel was broadcasting from inside Joy Von Spain’s brain. Weird? Absolutely. But also kinda brilliant. If you dig stuff that’s hard to categorize and even harder to forget, give this one a spin. Just maybe not late at night unless you wanna lose sleep thinking about blob parasites.
