JK Flesh - New Horizon (2018)

New Horizon is one of Justin Broadrick's latest efforts. In this record, and as is the case with the majority of the JK Flesh moniker, this record brings punishing industrial numbers tinted in minimal techno. Justin's love for dub remains underlined throughout the record, presented in his own demented and twisted take. Justin comments on this record: "I actually reduce things down so they sound more like a machine for me, not like a musical instrument. It's somewhat trying to remove myself from the music and remove all shred of humanity."

Human manufacturing process

Nurse With Wound - Dark Fat (2016)

Weird outsider music to get lost in the void to. If you think I'm gonna describe the sound of this album, good luck - it's just as warped as the album's aesthetics.

Man those live visuals were something.

We therefore changed our magical procedure. We went far out from the city into a hollow among the dunes. There we made a circle to protect the scribe and a triangle wherein the Abyss might manifest sensibly. We killed three pigeons, one at each Angle, that their blood might be a basis whereon the forces of evil might build themselves bodies. The name of the Dweller in the Abyss is Choronzon, but he is not really an individual. The Abyss is empty of being; it is filled with all possible forms, each equally inane, each therefore evil in the only true sense of the word --- that is, meaningless but malignant, in so far as it craves to become real. These forms swirl senselessly into haphazard heaps like dust devils, and each such chance aggregation asserts itself to be an individual and shrieks, "I am I!" though aware all the time that its elements have no true bond; so that the slightest disturbance dissipates the delusion just as a horseman, meeting a dust devil, brings it in showers of sand to the earth.  Choronzon appeared in many physical forms to Omnia Vincam, while I abode apart in my magical robe with its hood drawn over my face. He took the form of myself, of a woman whom Neuburg loved, of a serpent with a human head, etc. He could not utter the word of the Abyss, because there is no word; its voice is the insane babble of a multitude of senseless ejaculations; yet each form spake and and acted as if aping its model. His main object was to induce O.V. to leave the circle, or to break into it; so as to obsess him, to live in his life. O.V. had many narrow escapes, and once Choronzon made a long speech at a great pace to keep O.V. so busy writing it down that he would not notice that sand was being thrown from the Triangle so as to obliterate the Circle. The torrent of obscene blasphemy was beyond his power to keep up, concentration being impossible. It became an incoherent series of cries; then suddenly, perhaps catching the idea from O.V.'s mind, the demon began to recite Tom o"Bedlam.  There was now a gap in the Circle; and Choronzon, in the form of a naked savage, dashed through and attacked O.V. He flung him to the earth and tried to tear out his throat with froth-covered fangs. O.V. invoked the names of God and struck at Choronzon with the Magical Dagger. The demon was cowed by this courageous conduct and writhed back into the Triangle. O.V. then repaired the Circle; Choronzon resumed his ravings, but could not continue. He changed once more into the form of the woman whom O.V. loved, and exercised every seduction. O.V. stuck to his guns and the dialogue took other forms. He tried to shake O.V.'s faith in himself, his respect for me, his belief in the reality of Magick, and so on. At last all the energy latent in the blood of the pigeons was exhausted by the successive phantoms, so that it was no longer able to give form to the forces evoked. The Triangle was empty.  During all this time I had astrally identified myself with Choronzon, so that I experienced each anguish, each rage, each despair, each insane outburst. My ordeal ended as the last form faded; so, knowing that all was over, I wrote the holy name of BABALON in the sand with my magical ring and arose from my trance. We lit a great fire to purify the place and destroyed the Circle and Triangle. The work had lasted over two hours and we were both utterly exhausted, physically and in every other way. I hardly know how we ever got back to Bou Saâda.

The Bug vs Earth - Concrete Desert (2017)

One of the best albums of the year, and might possibly be my favourite. This album's gotten so many listens from me. Amazing collaboration between Dylan Carlson and Kevin Martin aka The Bug (who's been involved with projects with Justin Broadrick like Techno Animal, Ice, God, among others such as King Midas Sound, etc.). Broken dub and occasionally industrial beats emerging from haunted guitar riffs from the drone metal pioneer himself. Also contains two mean versions of tracks mixed with Justin Broadrick's vocals. I got the privilege to see these guys twice this year. Addictive album, also great to immerse into when you're traveling through crowded public transport, bumping into all those people yet everyone's feeling disconnected from everyone, everything. Highly recommended.

Don't walk these streets