Oh how eagerly I awaited this… And how satisfying it was to hear it. No need to elaborate on my affinity for Godflesh, you can just read my old post about their latest lp A World Lit Only By Fire here.
This lp is so menacing and ubekvem to listen to. It reminds me somewhat of Gnaw Their Tongues but is much more minimal and focused.
All four songs here are intense. As well as the cover which shows Pharmakon mastermind Margaret Chardiet’s body covered in maggots.
Get this. Also on Spotify.
Here we have one of Justin Broadrick’s more obscure releases. Released in 1990 and sounding a lot like Head Of David’s Dustbowl with a punkier edge. It might be a paranthesis in JK’s massive output, but I like it anyway. It has a more organic feel than Godflesh, but with the same industrial heaviness and deep sense of desolation. It reminds me of Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle’s novel The Mote In God’s Eye, especially the sentence: “The industrial ugliness of the endless cityscape”.
Dave Cochran who plays bass and sings was the founder(?) of Head Of David, and Scott Kiehl the drummer was in Slab.
Read more about that fine novel here:
And about the record here: