GODFLESH
SCALA, LONDON
The Scala is one of the most uncomfortable places to experience live music. Even before Godflesh arrive for the first of their two sets, it’s rammed to breaking point, meaning that when the industrial metal pioneers begin their first ‘In Dub’ set since 1997, your best bet is to accept the crush and let the wall of noise wash over you. One bloke on the balcony is throwing his arms about like it’s 5am at a free party in 1989, but, although it is interesting to see their material remixed and reimagined, for the most part, Godflesh In Dub inspires curiosity rather than real excitement. It’s only when the band return for a more traditional set that things get really rowdy. As loud and crushing as any band you could ever wish to see, Justin Broadrick’s wails still sound pained and inhuman, and, while B.C. Green stands motionless in the darkness, his bass tone is dirtier than a pair of GG Allin’s Y-fronts. Hearing the scathing likes of Predominance and Like Rats reminds you of how much most of the Godflesh rip-offs that came in their aftermath paled in comparison. This is the real deal, a pure shot of industrial metal destruction.