|The music played by Profan is gloomy and bleak like few others I know. The thundering drones exhale their poisonous roars like a slowly dying dragon. It’s cold, clinical, and deadly somber. A monotone, gohstly voice murmurs twisted incantations. The guitar lines scratch like rusty barbed wires. The synthetic effects of echoes rumble along imaginary decrepit factory walls. The long muffled and tantric notes guide you in a bleak, inhospitable industrial labyrinth. |
This is COLD, inhuman. The pace is slow and metronomic. Long crawling ambient lanscapes open before you. Hesitant, afraid, forced to go onwards by the fear to return back, you venture forth and forth down the spiral to the icy depths.
Profan gave birth to a metallic monster, blowing, smoking, clashing, craking, rattling... it’s the end of all hope, anti-life Doom…the big void. No bitterness, no anger, they are too human; just implacable cold machineries. Like a nuclear cloud hanging in a crepuscular sky over a dead industrial world. Black shapes emerge before the red sun that shines on this place, once inhabited and full of living people…not anymore.
This is heady, insistent and hypnotic like Opaque Lucidity or Methadrone can be. A disturbing oppressive trip you can make by buying your copy at Bubonic Productions. There are only 200 copies of that dragon breath to be pressed, so be brave and let yourself fall down the spiral.
2. Sea Curses
3. Iviry Spectres
4. Granite Souls
Duration : Approx. 45 minutes.
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