Liza 'N' Eliaz

Thump. Repeat. Barely room between. Crowded sounds. Stuck in an elevator. Claustraphobia moving. Clanging metal bars. Tiny elves gibbering in the gaps.

First found Liza ‘N’ Eliaz online (under the name Stockhousen) with Underground Garden. Pretty title. What kind of garden do you picture? A fast garden? A heavy one? Maybe it’s an underground station in humid weather, overgrown with extraterrestrial foliage. Maybe jostling plastic plants at a rave.

Funny that she used the name Stockhousen, a combination of Stockhausen and House. The composer Stockhausen was weirdly closed-minded about repetition. His loss.

People called Liza the Queen of Terror, a name she disliked. “For the record: Liza N’ Eliaz didn’t like her nickname […] She didn’t intend on terrorizing anyone, commented Yvette Neliaz after her unfortunate passing away.” Understandable.

Her music is heavy, but fun. I’d find it overwhelming in a club setting, but on my laptop or in my headphones, nothing strikes terror. It’s the opposite. Elated. Joy so pure you can’t keep it inside.