Godflesh make a monumental return
THROWING YOURSELF INTO a new Godflesh release is reassuring and discomfiting in equal measure. By now, even casual listeners will know what to expect: bleak, mechanised, industrial metal par excellence, played by a duo who helped pour the genre’s foundations. But it’s hardly the same as sinking into your favourite chair, because while you might be sure of the overall form, there’ll be jarring fine details to worry your psyche while Justin K. Broadrick’s hydraulic-press riffing slowly crushes your skull flat.