Album Review
Congratulations Profanatica! With Disgusting Blasphemies Against God you’ve released full-length number two, meaning that you’re now officially a real band. The Incantation offshoot from 1990? Now a full-time weapon of Christ-blast. Gimmicky promo-picture-penis-wagging? Now part of an ethos. Paul Ledney foresaw this possibility, resurrecting the name to give your raucous and sewer-stink black metal the time and dedication it so desperately (un)deserved.
Congratulations Profanatica! For conjuring the most ludicrously over-the-top blasphemy ever with your trash can black metal. Titles such as “Pious Piece of Shit,” “Smashing Religious Fucking Statues” and “Excrement Sacrosanct” leave little to the imagination about your dedication to the evil arts or your creativity. It’s a shame to have that great rumbling bass sound and the few inspired tremolo melodies wasted on directionless and hookless songs completely devoid of character or dynamics. But hell, if there is fun to be found in relentless mid-paced blast beats, muddy riffs, and unidentifiable song breaks, well then you must be like pigs in shit. And since the goal was obviously to make Disgusting Blasphemies Against God a chore of a listen, feel free to take a victory lap around the sty for that too.
So congratulations Profanatica... You’re the reason people on the outside can’t take black metal seriously. Instead of presenting your anti-Christian philosophy through deeply-researched and intelligent lyrics à la Deathspell Omega, or even a moderately smart approach like Watain, you choose blatant cretinism, without the cheeky fun of a band like Venom. You are the Dane Cook of black metal: cheap, possessing little observable talent and only out to make your fan base giggle. But for you that group is tiny, and destined only to bleed membership with the arrival of Disgusting Blasphemies Against God.