I Am the Dirt Under Your Fingernails
Justin K Broadrick weighs in a first vinyl edition of his spirit-crushing album as Final on Fourth Dimension - two slabs of unyielding abyss-stare atonality and void lust derived from his roots.
A titanic Brummie standard bearer of UK industrial doom, Broadrick is among a few from the original ’80s cohort who have consistently held their own into the modern day with an ever-expanding microcosm of aliases and subgeneric styles that have indelibly marbled his quarter of the underground. ‘I Am the Dirt Under Your Fingernails’ is a definitive expression of his nihilistic purview: 1 hour of charred electro-acoustic noise, built from re-amped guitars and synths and arranged into billowing clouds of distortion, phosphorescent with an urban ennui sure to be recognised by anyone who has experienced his native Birmingham. More than ever, his sound here dwells in the gooch of dark ambient, doom-ridden drone rock and industrial noise, with nine parts that summon buried feelings in a blur of elemental attrition that practically requires the user to wear Goretex indoors.
One of many aliases - Godflesh, Jesu, Council Estate Electronics, The Sidewinder, to name a few - Final is also one of Broadrick’s purest in terms of its unrelentingly bleak outlook. With no drums or legible instruments in sight, he operates by sixth senses with the gloom as the album’s emotive arc keens from a sort of shoegaze drone in the first instance, thru the all-night workshop clangour of its end piece, via striking moments of atmospheric poignancy in a late section surely comparable with bits off AFX’s SAW II and latter stages of The Caretaker’s descent into oblivion. Broadrick’s music resonates with heads far beyond the UK Midlands, but it will hold strongest feels for anyone who grew up overlooking gross Britannia’s defenestrated concrete and brownfield sprawl - sites of inspiration for some of the grimmest yet life-affirming music out there.
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Justin K Broadrick weighs in a first vinyl edition of his spirit-crushing album as Final on Fourth Dimension - two slabs of unyielding abyss-stare atonality and void lust derived from his roots.
A titanic Brummie standard bearer of UK industrial doom, Broadrick is among a few from the original ’80s cohort who have consistently held their own into the modern day with an ever-expanding microcosm of aliases and subgeneric styles that have indelibly marbled his quarter of the underground. ‘I Am the Dirt Under Your Fingernails’ is a definitive expression of his nihilistic purview: 1 hour of charred electro-acoustic noise, built from re-amped guitars and synths and arranged into billowing clouds of distortion, phosphorescent with an urban ennui sure to be recognised by anyone who has experienced his native Birmingham. More than ever, his sound here dwells in the gooch of dark ambient, doom-ridden drone rock and industrial noise, with nine parts that summon buried feelings in a blur of elemental attrition that practically requires the user to wear Goretex indoors.
One of many aliases - Godflesh, Jesu, Council Estate Electronics, The Sidewinder, to name a few - Final is also one of Broadrick’s purest in terms of its unrelentingly bleak outlook. With no drums or legible instruments in sight, he operates by sixth senses with the gloom as the album’s emotive arc keens from a sort of shoegaze drone in the first instance, thru the all-night workshop clangour of its end piece, via striking moments of atmospheric poignancy in a late section surely comparable with bits off AFX’s SAW II and latter stages of The Caretaker’s descent into oblivion. Broadrick’s music resonates with heads far beyond the UK Midlands, but it will hold strongest feels for anyone who grew up overlooking gross Britannia’s defenestrated concrete and brownfield sprawl - sites of inspiration for some of the grimmest yet life-affirming music out there.