Profetus - As All Seasons Die review
Band: | Profetus |
Album: | As All Seasons Die |
Style: | Funeral doom metal |
Release date: | June 13, 2014 |
A review by: | ScreamingSteelUS |
01. The Rebirth Of Sorrow
02. A Reverie (Midsummer's Dying Throes)
03. Dead Are Our Leaves Of Autumn
04. The Dire Womb Of Winter
Just lie back and feel yourself decay. Gaze helplessly, thoughtlessly, as the preternaturally odious head of Cthulhu crests over the horizon, blotting out the last scarlet gasps of a moribund sunset, looming over the eerily tranquil and temperate ocean like an antediluvian menhir - massive, silent, mysterious, and unspeakable. As the album tumbles funereally along like boulders being rolled along the muddy underbelly of a tepid river, you may feel your atoms slowly deconstructing one particle at a time.
What I've been trying to communicate in an appropriately abstruse way is that As All Seasons Die, in its interminable languor, captures the sound of a dying galaxy gasping for breath. Profetus excel in the field of funeral doom. Their songs, threadbare and haunting, push along at a snail's pace. After a madman-playing-the-organ-in-an-abandoned-church introductory track, "A Reverie (Midsummer's Dying)" commences the torpid carnival of decay with endless, haunting chord progressions, punctuated by unsettling drums and backed by the same madman's organ.
Profetus utilize more vocals than usual on this album, in the forms of bleak growls and subdued monotone droning. This humanizes As All Seasons Die, only heightening the sense of impending collapse and utter despair.
"Dead Are Our Leaves Of Autumn" wrenches itself through seven minutes of misery, woe, and agony, crestfallenly shuffling through crashing chord after crashing chord. Overtop of the blood-chilling destruction, a distraught and heart-wrenching solo cries out in futile agony - perhaps the highlight of the album. Profetus could not have picked a more appropriate name for this album than As All Seasons Die; it reflects the atmosphere of pure, drawn-out death, the bleeding-out of something vast and mysterious as it fades into nothingness with a death rattle of pained riffing and anguished growling.
The wave of Profetus will sweep over you like a cold, suffocating blanket of mournful death. Slow, unfeeling, and haunting, it will overtake you and drain you of life with one monolithic eruption of sound after another. Prepare to die.
Rating breakdown
Performance: | 9 |
Songwriting: | 8 |
Originality: | 7 |
Production: | 7 |
| Written on 17.08.2014 by I'm the reviewer, and that means my opinion is correct. |
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