Godflesh

An original member of Napalm Death went on to this spacier, rhythmic and darkly harmonic masterpiece of industrial expression.

Streetcleaner Earache 1989

Production: Distant with full range preserved. Review: With a palette of sounds from the crumbling mechanical ruins of the world Godflesh create industrial grindcore which utilizes machines for rhythm while keeping a throaty organic voice of tone and timbre to guitar, layering feedback and harmonics with rough cut power chording to bring together the disparate components of thunderous but contemplative music. In organic veils of sound layering contextual positioning noise and notes harmonizing major themes, Godflesh thrusts a gesture of defiance in the face of the world as scenery shifts in multiple planes to reveal a hidden essence or new urgently essential path. Tracklist: 1. Like Rats (4:28) 2. Christbait Rising (6:59) 3. Pulp (4:17) 4. Dream Long Dead (5:17) 5. Head Dirt (6:08) 6. Devastator (3:21) 7. Mighty Trust Krusher (5:26) 8. Life Is Easy (4:49) 9. Streetcleaner (6:43) 10. Locust Furnace (4:44) 11. Tiny Tears (3:24) 12. Wound (3:07) 13. Dead Head (4:07) 14. Suction (3:23) Length: 66:16 Copyright © 1989 Earache As if stamping together metal parts a relentless drum machine assault accompanies this music by pounding on the beat and soldering together ongoing fills of flawlessly aligned metals disintegrating in pulse and decay. Within this movable framework of rhythm bass prowls in explosive instability while guitars riff with downtuned power chords sagging into harmonizing tones, or lead playing that echoes accentuated themes while shadowing the whole in a new theme as a means of transition. Sometimes singing but often cursing the skies in the hoarse gruff death metal growl, vocalist/guitarist Justin Broadrick appears selectively to add depth to the sound but feels no compelling need toward insistent vocalization. In the core of guitar composition, these works are based on melodic isolation, where by subtle introduction of themes songs maintain a balance before cancelling out principles of centering to the choice of tone and structure, forcing to prominence a support structure which will synthesize into the final theme. Emotional in a part-Emo and part-grindcore appeal to anger and then sadness, this work slowly builds a resonant mood across its songs, submerging the listener in harmony and then fading out into an EP of early and lesser-developed works which frame in aesthetic the mind of the listener as it interprets earlier passing songs and their waves of emotion tied to ringing, echoing, unfolding layers of sound. Where much of industrial music became EBM adapted to violent rock guitars, Godflesh molded music from pure anarchistic sound in a highly evolved grind/hardcore methodology that fires songs from nearly nothing and expands vegetatively, covering a life cycle to match the riff cycle of its major theme before collapsing into chaos or continuity. This album endures for its compositional integrity, screaming unreflected ethic of artistic passion, and unique form of technicality which elevated the stakes for related genres. Its unrecoiling stare into the morbid sewerage of human souls and resounding determination to succeed beyond that karmic feedback loop propel its conceptual delivery into believable spaces of transcendent music.

Selfless Earache 1994

Production: Clear and roomy. Like being near-left stage. Review: Slicing angular progressions pull together to form a a metamorphosizing series of phrases, dynamic entities moving radically in a fairly free but sparse shape of sound. Guitar climbs through tones, pulling them from unconscious corners of musical composition, building a ranging collusion of tones falling over one another, moving in and out of one another. The music moves on its own impulse, a life odd for music made to abrade and destroy, to grind into the nihilistic cynicism and indecision, fear, of the decades of mechanistic darkness the world festers in now. Godflesh's Selfless chronicles this band in an uncanny way. One can see the delight in drawn-out guitar noises fading slowly over odd industral beats that marked their first album, and then observe both the powerful, shifting riffs and the modulating percussion of Streetcleaner, and then the desire for tightness and a more rock-n-roll riff structure of pure, all melded into a streamlined, simplified, but still living, beautiful package of industrial sound. Tracklist: 1. xnoybis (5:54) 2. bigot (4:33) 3. black boned angel (6:47) 4. anything is mine (3:59) 5. empyreal (6:03) 6. crush my soul (4:26) 7. body dome light (5:31) 8. toll (4:13) 9. heartless (5:33) 10. mantra (7:26) 11. go spread your wings (23:50) Length: 78:17 Copyright © 1994 Earache I'd be pushing it to read Slavestate in some of the background low noises and strange samples that fill in the space between notes or beats like hallucinationsfill in the swimming gaps of boredom in reality. Godflesh were the original industrial grindcore band, with layered, zoned-out guitars drifting across each other in odd electrical precision, with the distorted voice alternately strung over the music like lights at a carnival or percussively entranced with it, playing away from it and to it, coarsely battering out vague images and linguistic capsules of confined abstract thinking. This pace moved on to a more dance-industrial feel on their third album, but at that point, all of the pop-industrial bands in the world had heard the Godflesh sound, and the result shined through, notably with Skinny Puppy, Nine Inch Nails, and the vaunted Ministry. As life cycles through its inverses, one can see the cross-influence occur, with the ideas of those influenced coming back to the original creators. This new Godflesh is less guitar, more beat and moving tempo, and has more of an instant-aesthetic than the darker caverns of understanding forced by the older, denser styles. The drum machine has been taken more seriously as an artistic device than the simple rhythmkeeper it became on parts of Slavestate and Pure. Guitar fades out, but keyboards, static and beautifully subtle samples build up a sound, not as much around the industrial pounding of the drum machine, but with it, integrated into its style to play with what it can do, and to mock it, occasionally. Justin Broadrick's (guitar, vocals) voice is less of a distorted howl for most of this album, although he reaches moments of vaguely savagery. He works the parts he sings to work within the music instead of laying a pop aesthetic over the sounds, the structure of the art. Let it be said, however, that the lyrics have gotten terrible and mainstream on this album, from the predictable rhymes to the traditional alienation/rebellion song topics. Not all are this way, and in fact, most seem to be innocuous allusions, but those that are stand out as glaring dumbness in a position of grace. Behind it all, the cheesegrater bass of J.G. Green powers the rhythm, and adds a rust encrusted blast of abrasion, but fails to integrate musically into the new vision constructed here except as previously noted. It doesn't hurt, but it leaves a hanging "why - why not?" question as to the compositional aspects of that instrument on this release. Selfless wraps itself up in a protracted and beautiful instrumental noise collage, with Broadrick showing the best of his revolutionary spirit wearing a mask of too much world-experiential data, with an adherence to a conception of sound that can be seen struggling to bring its ends together, an idea that powers itself with the need to resolve something without the desire to limit the crazy freedom of the world with that action.

Slateman/Cold World Earache 1996

Production: Clear, roomy, controlled. Review: Slavestate extras and some extra tracks from the Pure sessions, released and in the case of the latter reformed through editing. The glories of this sixtrack offering are the two Slavestate songs, Slateman and Wound 91, and the classic Nihil from the later recording date. Tracklist: 1. Slateman (5:58) 2. Wound '91 (4:26) 3. Cold World (5:28) 4. Nihil (5:56) 5. Nihil (Total Belief Mix) (5:38) 6. Nihil (No Belief Mix) (5:37) Length: 33:05 Copyright © 1996 Earache Slateman is a harmonic sickness infecting your blood and Wound calls to mind all of the empty, heartless, irrational moments of life under the machine. Nihil is just bleak but enlightened and free, the power of its emotion rising from its refusal to even accept its own word. As in all Godflesh material the work reflects a sense of evolution toward purity, the wayward sons of rotting earth attempting to cast their mechanical tormentors out of their heads.

1. Spite 2. Mothra 3. I Wasn't Born To Follow 4. Predominance 5. Pure 6. Monotremata 7. Baby Blue Eyes 8. Don't Bring Me Flowers 9. Love, Hate (Slugbaiting) 10. Pure II

Pure (Earache, 1992) Adding a regular emphasis and clear, viral division of topic in songs, Godflesh break their intricate noise-seasoned riff forests into basic themes in conflict during songwriting and make a spacious and vivid album that somehow misses the range of artistic desire expressed on earlier works. Their technique, as refined as it is, somehow emphasizes its simplicity too much and without enough organization in varying degrees throughout this work, leading to bouncy songs that are listenable but not enduring. Crisp bass-loud production emphasizes this tendency and barely contains the raw noise planned by the amplified stringed instrument players involved. Where Godflesh have matured is in aspects of riffcraft refinement and conventional song structure, and in use of a melody vocal chorus to counterpoint a harsh growled attack over low-end power chords, creating an experience that flows more smoothly than the still grind-edged approach of their earlier music. The guitar playing and song assembly have reached their own entity here and while somewhat resembling later D.R.I. albums in their riffwriting, songs here stand alone from the album as a conception of the mental orientation of a band at a time. As such, the album has its positive points and its unnecessary data, but remains on many shelves for its file of interesting if underexploited ideas. Notable also is a lengthy clashing noise instrumental which shows this band in their most sublime element.

1. Circle Of Shit (To The Point Dub) 2. Wake (Break Mix) 3. Almost Heaven (Closer Mix) 4. Gift From Heaven (Breakbeat) 5. Frail (Now Broken) 6. Sterile Prophet (Version) 7. Almost Heaven (Helldub) 8. Kindom Come (Version) 9. Time, Death And Wastefulness (In Dub) 10. Sterile Prophet (In Dub) 11. Domain 12. Gift From Heaven (Heavenly)

Love and Hate in Dub (Earache, 1997) It takes a band with bravery and integrity to do what Godflesh did with their last failure of an album, "Songs of Love and Hate." SoLaH drifted in the alt-rock/industrial territory previously occupied by Fudge Tunnel and Pitch Shifter, and in doing so dulled the natural flair of this band and started the production of careerist rock music. Borrowing heavily from that album, but twisting its riffs into blurred sound and utilizing its immense background noise and noise-guitar-lead quotient as dominant themes over a slow building but enigmatic dub, Godflesh turn their underground music into something radio-friendly but grinding in its distorted bass, guitar and periodic vocal diatribe. This is not rocket science for either of its host genres, but the dub and underground extremity mixture here is an easy listen with hints of musical profundity that credit the ordinary listening experience of dub with a new lucidity. Structure pokes its head in with nods to the harmony of feedback oscillations styles of previous epics. Of the later Godflesh albums, this is the strongest effort they have put forth as it is closest to what J. Broadrick achieved in Techno Animal between Godflesh albums, and what this band of musicians seem to desire as their future.

1. i, me, mine 2. us and them 3. endgames 4. witchhunt 5. whose truth is your truth 6. defiled 7. bittersweet 8. nail 9. descent 10. control freak 11. the internal 12. live to lose Length: 64:12

Us and Them (Earache 1999) Godflesh in their groundbreaking stages were an angry band out to change the world: now they will lull us into contemplation of beauty to bring sensibility and lurking morality to this anger. Ranging from industrial dirges to almost pop-like melodic dissonant industrial rock as on the last full album, songs are each poignant in the confrontation between the unstated alienation and an openness of tonal space yet fail to suggest direction other than an aimless avoidance, which shows in the uninspired simplicity of song structure. While wrought from rock elements predominantly as was "Songs of Love and Hate," the album progresses from "Selfless"-like moments to a space of ambient sound experiment tinged by atmospheric grindcore, then detours into pop when it is contented in its optimism. This release features the stunningly articulate chord voicings and rhythm guitar melody of "Streetcleaner" and "Selfless," embedding in each verse or phrase a stage in the evolution of a larger sound, but lacks the poetic content which made those albums distinctive.

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