Justin Broadrick, living legend. Man of a million musical hats: Godflesh, Final, Techno Animal, God, Ice, Curse of the Golden Vampire, ad infinitum. Man whose influence is nearly legion: Neurosis, Ministry, Isis, Fear Factory, Cult of Luna, even Korn. Justin Broadrick, the man who brought us Streetcleaner. Justin Broadrick, the man who’s bringing us Jesu.

Hallelujah, Jesu is here. The selfsame band’s debut album proper, 75 minutes in penetrating duration and eight epics comprising that (intensely personal) song-cycle, Jesu sees Broadrick and mysterious company abstracting The Rock more than hinted at on the preceding Heart Ache EP, that sublime bittersweetness that earmarked Godflesh’s most sensitive moments here even deeper and more revealing. This is music that’s laid open so bare, so naked in its emotional resonance, the result is absolutely disarming. But this is no whinge-fest, though: The Groove dominates, but it’s a groove markedly more understated than Godflesh’s most shuddering moments- trust us, they had many- and yet shuderring nonetheless in the metaphysical depth it conveys. And if Broadrickphiles ever wanted the man to explore his ghostly clean-tenor the he did on such Flesh classics as "Mantra" and "The Internal," Jesu is pure manna delivered by the God(head) himself.

Justin Broadrick, Godhead. Justin Broadrick, Jesu now and maybe forever.