Godflesh fucking ruled. Streetcleaner was a work of art. Crushing walls of despondent industrialized power that just set a standard that cannot be matched, even this day. Volume over matter, where solids turn to liquid and liquid turns to vapor. I remember driving down Summit Ave a bunch of years back and someone (name withheld to protect the innocent) threw that in my CD player. It was one of those "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"  type of deals. A fucking beautiful nightmare cut to CD that made the walls seem like they were moving even if you didn't like drugs. Pure, Songs Of Love And Hate, a few moments of so so in the mix, but as a whole, they fucking ruled. Go Spread Your Wings? Monumental dirging beauty from as far as the ears can hold it.

They say music tames the savage beast, yes it does baby. And thankfully, Justin Broderick comes back swinging with Jesu.

Jesu is Justin Broderick's newest project and it fucking kills. Not in the I'm pounding metal HEE HO type of way, but the same way bands like Low and certain Type O Negative songs like Haunted put you in that state of "I'm so fucking chill in my happy space minus the old people and midgets riding tricycles right now". But a couple of songs later,they bring back that old Godflesh crushing onslaught of desperation. Motherfucking heavy as hell bass haunting in the background as everyone else lays down textures like there is no tomorrow.  I read somewhere that Godflesh's music was based on around man's inhumanity toward one another in the face of God. I can believe it. It takes you on a journey where music becomes religion. This CD gives me the same impression as  the end of the Saucer Full Of Secrets, when the keyboards kick in. At the end of the tunnel. There is a light. Now I'm going to stroll across the desert like Kato, find a nice secluded place, and start to draw lines in the fucking sand basking in the fucking moonlight screaming "Calgon, Calgon, take me away!" over and over again. I'm bound for Tahiti, ladies and gentlemen. Paradise and nuclear testing all in one place. Sniff you jerks later. And I know you are going to talk about me after I'm gone.
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-Greg Dellaria