Pitchshifter
Industrial

The exact carbon copy of Streetcleaner by Godflesh.

Industrial by the English band Pitchshifter (anno domini 1991) seems to have come straight from the mind of Justin Broadrick: the same sonic material molded, the same frontal impact of the guitars capable of building a gigantic auditory wall, excessive use of an aseptic, relentless drum machine framed by a martial and obsessive pace. Even the vocals do not deviate from the singing style of Godflesh's leader: a distorted, desolate, desperate bellow. The Clayden brothers from Nottingham are just over twenty; but they already have clear ideas about the path to follow. A dark, narrow road with no exit. They record in very few sessions with a negligible budget; a sort of live take, as it comes, the most ruthless possible. They leave the cold recording studio with a sequence of primitive songs, "Industrial" down to the bone. Dismal tracks that flow all the same, monotonously, marked by the dry tolling of bass and drums capable of shattering every obstacle. They do not grant a single second of respite; they continue to pound with insidious violence, sampling confessions of serial killers. A difficult, suffocating listen even for those accustomed to such belligerent, constructed, invasive sounds.

Just under forty minutes that drag you into a derailing vortex, from an industrial foundry.

A work that very few of us understood and appreciated in those despairing years.

They will manage to do even better with the following Desensitized, much less indebted to Godflesh.

Diabolos Rising 666.