Profanatica - Disgusting Blasphemies Against God
Review: The most populist Profanatica release restates familiar themes in an accessible but powerful virus designed for war, not avantgarde obscurity, which connects the obscure sublime of past releases with a rhythmic style straight from the mainline of black metal. Excellent production and simplification of the recognizable Profanatica styling ("filthy blasphemous black metal") emphasize aesthetic, but the ritual pacing in the development of song structures creates an aura of mystique.
Like most Profanatica releases, simple parts varied over time and broken by an almost operatic rhythm that approximates a shouted diatribe verging into battle-song, by converging on a rhythmic mean, convert songs from an experience of bewilderment into a descent toward an atmosphere arising from obscurity that is both obscure but identifiable like a harmony. Restatement of motifs in different rhythms creates a labyrinth from the elemental: riffs seem to lead the song to conclusion, but that is foreshortened with a redirection to a new direction, expanding context and with it an atmosphere of mythic imagination and mystery.
1. Black Cum (3:38) 
2. Pious Piece Of Shit (3:49)
3. Christ's Precious Blood Poisoned (3:12)
4. Smashing Religious Fucking Statues (2:51)
5. Angel With Cock (4:57)
6. Fuck The Blood Of The Lamb (4:19)
7. Covered In Black Shit (4:50)
8. No Angel Shall Sound (2:52)
9. Crush All That Is Holy Defile (4:57)
10. Excrement Sacrosanct (4:57)
The clearer recording allows the band to showcase a vivid vocal performance, which with riffs that resemble past Havohej/Profanatica work simplified and made more consonant, played more rigidly and yet incorporating more offbeat, nearly-jazzy rhythms and basslines, enable this band to be both palatable to the new black metal fanbase and obscure at once. Later songs experiment with Immolation-inspired surgical dirge rhythms, and melodic arpeggios of the style found in later Swedish death metal.
New precision and a direct message distills Profanatica into music like early Demoncy -- a foreboding wave of combat machines consuming the landscape, both inexorable and erratic, guided by ancient patterns of ceremony that mirror the fears and hopes in our minds. While it abandons the more Incantation-styled longer melodies and evolving song structures of the last release, this new release like the most recent from Beherit resurrects an older styles in a digestible form, reflecting a desire to wage memetic warfare against a world of unrecognized lies.