Part two of Galás' Masque of the Red Death Trilogy gives her an opportunity to let her voice soar to unconstrained levels. Not only does it make your ears wince, it somehow manages to fill the hollow spaces in your bones and make them shiver. I've said it before but it's equally true here: her music can induce nightmares. It's less overtly avant-garde and more traditionally structured than part one, but just as eerie. Someone needs to make a Kubrick-esque sci-fi film with Galás scoring it.