Godflesh
Slavestate

THE REVIEW

Divinae Carnis year of our Lord 1991, in the epochal Birmingham trio formation. A fleeting, intense yet audio-shattering work titled "sklaven," indigestible, it was skillfully structured on solid audio-reminiscences of industrial/steel: considering the three decades since its publication, practically an eternity in the realm of extreme music, it is still a very cutting and potentially audio-intriguing work.
Just over twenty irate, lucidly ruinous, and sound-destroying tracks, divided into four cathartic vinyl fragments (only later were the tracks remix-extended and duplicated on digital media); the already established mastery of sound-confrontation expressed in the first two really impactful works was represented in this context even more resolutely and compellingly: Langian sound-expressionism, spectacularly alienating and therapeutic.

"Slavestate", the dynamic and relentless titular track, disorganizes the mind due to impressive and mechanistic, heavily squared ground-scraping drum machines, unshakable and repeated industrial/guitar emissions, then angry vocals as fiercely guttural as they are firmly distinguishable. Uncompromising and ultra-reckless sound-density molds the supposed electro reiteration/contamination contained in the jarring and spectacular "Someone Somewhere Scorned": a rigorous sound-ferocity always and still easily tamed, also endowed with significant and chilling sound-intelligence. Obviously, the graceful pantheon mentioned above was further saturated and pervaded by leaden and sharp atmospheres of clear dub/electronica substance; saturated, martial, powerful scans: electro-ferocity like we have rarely managed to fully appreciate in such an effective manner. By taking an overview of the dense (six works, not considering collections, mini-albums, and assorted compilations) and overall positive artistic trajectory devised by the now-abandoned Mr. Broadrick-project in question, even in its (or thanks to -You Decide-) time-briefness, the present impactful confluence of sounds remains, indisputably in the judgment of the raving de-reviewer, the work endowed with greater unyielding clarity in the entire course of the Albionese and multi-project Master Justin.

A remarkable emanation, yet decidedly sound-hostile as well as agnostic: in case you grant some a posteriori ear-attention, handle with care & as usual, happy eavesdropping.