Leona Anderson has a voice that, well, makes your ears bleed, but there is also something undeniable about it as well.
For instance, when listening to her song Rats in My Room, my anger at the world seemed to dissipate a bit and I found myself in a kind of quasi-zen state that allowed me to get in touch with my inner happy place and find solace in that, even though my dog had pissed on my stack of Nightbreed comics all was not lost. I could simply contact my comic source and get them all again.
Problem solved without a nuclear meltdown on my part.
So maybe being a horrible singer can bring about peace and understanding, I don’t know, but since my dog is still walking around on this planet with out a comic book shoved up its ass, I think it’s a possibility.
Selections of Leona Anderson’s music after the break.