Godflesh Is Cock Of The Walk
I love Jesu's symphonic-scale metalgaze steez more than most things at the moment, but how teenage me often reminisces over frontman Justin Broadrick's black days grinding out fugly Swans-style riffage with heavenly industrosludge pioneers Godflesh, a band whose sound almost got jacked as many times in the '90s as fellow English miseryguts Portishead. So with that in mind—keeping with my plan to spend this week posting metal-related items, and since Weingarten already told you about the new Torche song yesterday—here's "Crush My Soul," which features evangelists and electrocution stock footage and a bucket of blood and a creepy old man with pierced nipples who gets strung up S&M-style in church and, um, a cockfight. Also I'm still not quite sure what's up with the guy intermittently Wang Chunging. Perhaps he's meant to stand in for the drum machine? [YouTube]








