Lisa Germano
In The Maybe World

What more can be said about this artist? That she is as unknown as she is talented, that her penultimate CD "Lullaby For Liquid Pig" sold 6,000 copies, that she works as a bookseller, that she boasts numerous collaborations, etc...

But who cares about her data, right? And yet, in this case, no, her music cannot be separated from her personal story; each of her songs is a portrayal of a part of her, definitely one of the best songwriters in music.

This album feels very much like an intimate journey; it's as if Lisa Germano takes her mind and accompanies it to discover her psyche, almost as if she were a God capable of deciding what to do with her own existence. As if she could detach from her ideas and say "No, enough, I no longer want this, this, or that. I want to travel."
As if she could dissolve her feelings, exorcise her thoughts. There's a scent of electronics, of dreams, of piano. The final cut, red, dirty, sickly. But it's a cut towards liberation from the utopias of this earth, toward the utopias of our minds. Enough with earthly things; we must go beyond, toward a green light, full of dark nuances.

It is a single track, divided into simple fragments, which slightly alter the thread of the CD: but it is within each individual song that the journey's path changes, creating curves, prisms, and lights, interspersed with brief spaces of void. Void. There's little point in describing the tracks piece by piece. Her sweet voice is everywhere, as are those melodies and arrangements that make the album continuous, almost like a Floyd record.

But no comparisons. This is something else.