A beast unlike any other, Godflesh has ground its way from early dissonant classics such as Streetclear (possibly the most nihilistic record ever), to the recent, very heavy and very fantastic Hymns, all the while transcending the precepts of grindcore, hardcore, industrial, smart metal, or whatever one chooses to call these mavericks. All attempts at labeling fail in the face of Godflesh. So don’t bother, just accept them as they are, or were. Sadly, they have parted ways-- leaving behind an admirable cannon of dark, droning recordings.
Just as fans were ready to lament the fact that there were to be no further Godflesh releases, Messiah popped up in the stores like a diamond plucked from nowhere. Consisting of four “lost” recordings that fit in somewhere between Streetcleaner and Songs of Love and Hate, the first half of Messiah delivers some of what fans expect from this outfit: solid, compelling walls of sonics peppered with Justin Broadrick’s voice, which, as always, sounds as bleak and oppressive as a pestilence. The second half of the recording takes off in a wonderful direction with the first four tracks remixed dub style, showing the ambient side of the flesh of god. Taken as two separate pieces or as a whole, Messiah is utterly fantastic, a feast for the ears, so unlike most of what clogs today’s market that it makes me sad to consider that this mighty band is now laid to rest. Yes, it is once again time to lament.
Long Live Godflesh.