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Gradually taking a tour of the underworld - 65%

Byrgan, December 19th, 2010

Profane Creation are playing second wave black metal that sidestepped the hostile, pressing speeds of the usual suspects in the early/mid-'90s. They instead go for a slow and draining form of agonizing music that gradually sheds its outer shell layer by layer.

The production has some hiss from limitations of the source material. The cymbals are piercing at points, the guitars sound like electrical equipment taking a bath, though the vocals are the more "clear" projection coming through. Even with its set backs and half volume, the music sounds listenable enough to hear most notes and hits, as the speed isn't fast and, in turn, doesn't completely pile one instrument on top of the next.

"Supremacy" is a few demos in and still comes with its share of timing issues. Though the grainy recording quality covers up some of the gaps between instruments and the mistimings aren't as blatant as the recording "Nema" would be in the following year due to a louder production. The drummer is the biggest offender here, as he can occasionally sound like he's testing the waters or just making it up as he goes along. In one moment, he can hit a few successive beats that are on top of things, such as a few consecutive tom strikes and forethought cymbal strokes, but in the next instance trail one step behind the guitars. Okay, I got it...hey, wait up! The music is pretty basic in execution and you can see what the guitarist is about to do a mile away, so it's a head scratcher. Probably had a terrible memory, wanted to listen rather than play or just tried to provoke the guitarist into stepping up the pacing, but who's to say.

The rhythms can switch between a calmer form of weight and aggression to another that expands on melody and melancholy. The mixture turns into a brand of "savage accord," as they can strum or palm mute thicker notes and in the next instance sway the mood by moving in and out of higher strings with harmony. The band has potential if one sifts through the cloudy mist of instruments and painful, nasally, fluctuating screams, but the underlying issue with the music is they have tendency to clumsily fall into transitions and then have others carry on far too long. It's as if they don't always know how to initially build into an area or even how to gracefully pull out of one. If they were constructing a war strategy, the enemy would either think them brilliant or fool from their ambitious mistakes and bold luck. Sir, P.C. successfully took over territory A, but then limped and stumbled out of B. They're toying with us, toying with us!

Profane Creation squeezed free of the kind of energy one is normally accustomed to in their extreme metal tunes. The band went in reverse to blazing speeds and had a calmer temperament than the next devilish, face-painted group. They weren't entirely successful with the style, though they did generate some atmosphere, had an active vocalist giving off various tones and emotions, and the band also had the capability to surprise a listener with a particular rhythm that might spring up with returnable quality.