Music Connection

Review by Jeff Blue

February 14-27, 1994

Coconut Teaszer, Hollywood

The Players: Dawn Fintor, vocals, guitar; Johnny Sabella, bass; Greg Bernath, drums

Material: Somewhere between Throwing Muses on Prozac, Pink Floyd, and a female version of Soundgarden, Lava Diva kicks, scratches and gnaws its way into your heart. Most of the material was well-written and compelling. With some organization of their noise and a bit more subtle hook to make these tunes more memorable, this band maybe one to watch. Haunting melodies, dissonant vocals and disturbing lyrics. What more could one want?

Musicianship: Talent abounds in the bowels of Lava Diva. It oozes from every pore of Dawn, who, with her matted hair flailing in her face, wails her distressed, yet passionate voice above the masses. Her guitar work is aggressive, which complements her live persona. Bernath adds equally to this trio. His pounding, intricate rhythms accent the rise and fall of Dawn’s emotions, while serving as a primary contributor to their unique sound. Sabella’s laid back playing contrasts the schizophrenic moods that Lava Diva slam into.

Performance: Upon viewing Bernath’s huge drum kit, I was a bit concerned. But Bernath used every piece of his ensemble and more. Looking like an erector set on steroids, his kit was comprised of ancient rototoms, blocks, a variety of household items and a plethora of cymbals. Inspiring and provoking, this percussionist filled the venue with a sound that was truly alive. Dawn’s angst ridden performance reminded me of a female version of Kurt Cobain with Kristin Hersch’s voice. A passionate and compelling performer.

Summary: Lava Diva is moody. Often depressing, sometimes uplifting. Although not quite ready to make the big splash, with some restructuring of material, Lava Diva can swim with anyone they wish.