PROFANATICA - Profanatitas De Domonatia: "COLLECTOR'S DELUXE PICTURE LP: Picture Disc in custom outer cover with the 'Angel' symbol die cut in the front side of the jacket. Comes with large 18' x 24' poster with different artwork from the regular LP edition. VIEW POSTER
LAST COPIES! Easily the best fucking Black Metal album of 2007! Much awaited full length studio album from one of the most influential and original godfathers of extreme Black Metal. Spilling holy fucking blood with 10 ruthlessly scouring Profanatica signature style hymns, 'Profanatitas De Domonatia' is a continuation from where the black cult vanished in 1992. Profanatica vomit on your god and shit on your so-called Black Metal!!
Listen to Profanatica samples & view their artist profile HERE"
Review from Nathan T. Birk of METAL MANIACS:
"Profanatica: the original masters of mesmerizing filth, barbaric simplicity, heavy metal's minimal-is-maximal ideal alternately taken to its most retarded and most enlightened end(s). No introduction should be necessary.
Alas, since the band's original dissolution in 1992 and vocalist/drummer Paul Ledney subsequently sallying forth with the more concertedly primitive Havohej, only two releases of new Profanatica recordings resulted - one a two-song 7", the other a download track - leaving the promise/premise of a Profanatica full-length otherwise unfulfilled. Enter the overwhelmingly UG-anticipated Profanatitas De Domonatia, the band's official debut album following their sporadic rebirth at the beginning of this millennium. Does it meet expectations? Exceed them, or fail them? How high do those expectations need to be, anyway? Only you can decide, which ultimately hinges upon how proportionally fanatical you are about Profanatica.
This much is certain, and from as coolly biased a perspective as possible: Profanatitas is everything a Profanatica full-length record should be, no more and no less. It immediately sounds exactly like Profanatica, yet never a whiff of total deja vu. It is strict and sleazy, militant yet molten. Its waves of unfettered filth wash over you with a stench of familiarity, only because very few bands ever could milk lock-step simplicity quite like this. If anything, this is Profanatica at their "heaviest," the guitar/bass chunder impossibly thick and molasses-like, and rarely has Ledney's paradigmatic vocal blasphemy ever sounded this possessed, this stretched into the shit-strewn sewers of black metal's primeval underbelly."
