It would be impossible to overstate the impact and influence Godflesh’s pioneering industrial squall has had on heavy and experimental music over the last 26 years. While guitarist/vocalist Justin Broadrick has since embarked on many other disparate musical adventures, it is the return of this, his most celebrated band, that has really set hearts aflutter. A World Lit Only By Fire bears little resemblance to Hymns, the supposedly final Godflesh album from 2001, which eased Broadrick’s transition into the post-shoegaze blurs of Jesu. Instead, this marks a return to the bleak, grinding cacophonies of early classics like Streetcleaner and Slavestate, wherein monochrome riffs and dehumanised drums collide, conjuring a disorientating fog of urban desperation and fury; the machinistic momentum of krautrock and Suicide re-imagined through a cracked prism of post-Thatcher social alienation. It’s a sustained and hypnotic march through minimalist, post-Sabbath landscapes, and crucifyingly heavy on every level.