LADDER'S predecessor "Vice Versa", a recording of this nature (and stature) was a distant dream. The melodious Melachrino Orchestra and charming "Cherise" were unknown.

Cheri se?

The anonymous She whose sultry, langorous, caressing voice breathes the dreamworld words of Goddess Diane. No words can describe the ardor of her delivery, the depth of her projection, the rightness of her rich, rare performance. Hers might be the wondrous voice of a Minga maid, of Catherine Moore creation, or the intimate whispers of Santhu, echoing in the ensorcelled chambers of Merritt's Dragon Glass.

Who is Cherise? "Are you haunted by a persistent feeling of familiarity?" asks the album's jacket. "Cherise is the pseudonym for a very well known stage, radio and TV actress." Her liquid tones lave the enchanted eardrum like an anglicized Marlene Dietrich, a Lizabeth Scott sans identifying lisp. Cherise is Astarte of the Night, Mother of the World.

In the 30 enthralling minutes of 3 OBOLI TO APHRODITE you become privy to the 12 Desires of Aphrodite, are counselled "what to do if thou wouldst be loved by a young woman, breathe the heady bouquet of "flowers of flesh", and aro guided by a feminine hand into "the little garden of Bilitis, which has only one fig but it is good."

This treasured measure of sound and speech consummately evokes visions of all that is bodily beautiful in Lesbianism while the enraptured ear is soothed with the soft sounds of wind and reed. A recorded masterpiece for the Radclyffe Hall of Fame.

SEE HOW I WRITE THEM DOWN

EACH WORD SO;

WHEN YOU HAVE THEM ALL

THERE WILL BE NOTHING MORE FOR ME TO GIVE.

JOANNE CONNORS