Profanatica - Live
Review: A seemingly uncut blast of live Profanatica, this album captures the songs made classic on other releases in their least coordinated and most inspired improvisational state, and for this deserves inclusion on the shelf of any discerning librarian of metal. Hear them tune up, screw up, ask if the music is "heavy" but most of all, play the abstracted and inverted tunes which resemble discarded thoughts from a perverse classical symphony assembled in a destruction of all order through reduction to the lowest elements from the highest.
Violent in execution and minimalist in elements, this music grinds in an elite method of positioning similar structures in conflict through tonal anchoring, allowing the adept caffeinized pocket drumming of insane progenitor and architect Paul Ledney to propel assemblies of alienated progressions in digital configuration of power chords and twin primal motions and combinations, offset by comfortingly vast noise and faded out shrieking. For those who wish a vision of a dress rehearsal in hell, this sure sounds like it.