A half-hour of speed and aggression, enough hooks to make each song unforgettable, and guitars solos that are manic and almost completely devoid of melody.
Angry, massive-sounding, and buzzing right along at that mid-tempo Machine Head cruise control, but this isn’t something I’d tear apart my room to find.
Godflesh deconstruct the songs, crank up the gut-wrenching bass, and lead us through a nightmarish steel factory of clanking, rage, and mechanized motions.
Similar to Delta 9 in the hardcore techno sounds, D.O.A. has one very specific element that distinguishes them: They’re from New York and fuckin’ proud of it.