Brown Jenkins – Angel Eyes

The artists that speak most to me tend to speak ineffably. They convey feelings without names, gray areas between coarse distinctions like happiness and sadness. One of my favorite such feelings could be called “hollowness,” though that’s not fully descriptive. Dub reggae is hollow, for example, and doesn’t always speak to me. Both sound and harmonic content have to embody this feeling. Successful instances: Prong, Beg to Differ and Prove You Wrong. Metallica, …And Justice for All. Later Coroner. Godflesh, Pure – but not Streetcleaner, which is very “filled in.”

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Angel Eyes

Godflesh as black metal might sound like Brown Jenkins. This Austin-based one-man outfit runs Godflesh’s discordant open strings through creaky production. The cold goosestep rhythms come from Joy Division, though I also hear Killing Joke. I can’t tell the songs apart, but no matter – the sound is so grippingly personal that I’m content to wallow in its frigid dirtbath. The growling is incomprehensible, and the promo came with no lyrics, yet this record chills my marrow. The triumph of sound over language is the apex of metal; however unconventionally, Brown Jenkins has hit it.

Angel Eyes is available from Moribund and The End.