Lisa Germano | Reviewit wonÂ’t be surprising if she winds up making a more lasting contribution than L7, Luscious Jackson, and the Breeders put together. 1994
Geek the Girl
Lisa Germano deserves a damn break, if not from life then at least from the people who review popular music. At a time when more women are making more great music that ever before, Germano is too often dismissed as something less than a serious artist. That’s a mistake, and it won’t be surprising if she winds up making a more lasting contribution that L7, Luscious Jackson and the Breeders put together.
People seem willing to accept everything from a female artist except self-loathing. Great male writers, from Ray Davies to Robert Smith to Lou Barlow, have wallowed in it and been called geniuses. But, when it’s Germano obsessing about the pain of things said and unsaid, done and undone, everyone runs for cover. What’s the word for that? Oh, yeah. That’s right. Sexism. If the biting commentary isn’t being delivered by a video-friendly babe like Liz Phair or Sheryl Crow, people get squeamish.
Germano follows her fine debut, Happiness, with a concept album of sorts. Geek the Girl is about sexual situations both overt and tacit, and Germano is right-on most of the time. Where the deservedly popular Phair knows what men are about and manages to turn the tables on them, Germano would rather sit by herself and whisper broken lyrics into a tape recorder. There’s nothing pleasant about it, but that’s what makes it important.
Don’t buy this album unless you think you can handle it.