Godflesh
Post Self

It's snowing like it hasn't in years here at my place.

I've been "holed up" in the house since this morning, except for a few quick trips outside for some swift shoveling, and I've thus found the right time to talk, as concisely as possible, about the musical return of Godflesh. The spasmodic, monolithic, and cold creature created by Justin Broadrick.

And you can always trust Justin.

Few introductory stories: Primus aside, my album of this 2017.

In a very rare interview given during the preparation of the album, the band hinted at a shift towards less oppressive and obsessive sounds. A sound search aimed no longer at physical daze; tracks that embrace and move towards the liquidity of Jesu, another of Justin's top-notch projects. There’s a different air about it: even in the angelic cover, in stark contrast to the previous album of 2014.

However, present in particular in the first part of the work, are the classic terrifying sound onslaughts so loaded with that heavy and infinitely repeated "industrial modus operandi": the true and unmistakable trademark of the English duo.

Then little by little the tracks expand, quiet down; the same happens with the sounds that weaken, lessen. An ever glacial rarefaction as occurs in the five minutes of "In Your Shadow": solemn and lethal, closely reminiscent of the unforgettable Isis.

Praise, glory, and perpetual honor to the Meat of God...PARASITE...

Ad Maiora.