Profanatica's brand of blasphemous filth remains as unwavering as ever, and their 2019 album Rotting Incarnation of God is another testament to their unholy devotion. With this full-length, Paul Ledney and company unleash a sonic assault that is both punishing and ritualistic, dragging the listener through murky depths of blackened death metal depravity.
The album opens with an eerie, almost unsettling atmosphere before erupting into a barrage of raw, primitive riffs and relentless drumming. Tracks like Liturgy of Impurity and Prayer in Eclipse exhibit Profanatica's signature approach—feral, stripped-down black metal driven by cavernous guitar tones and Ledney’s unmistakable vocal blasphemies. The production balances clarity and filth, allowing the instruments to cut through the chaos while maintaining a suffocating, claustrophobic aura.
While some may argue that Profanatica operates within a familiar framework, that steadfastness is precisely what makes them so effective. They have honed their sound to perfection, with no need for reinvention—only refinement. When the tempo slows, such as on the title track, the band leans into a doom-laden dirge, making the album feel even more oppressive. These moments of brooding tension only enhance the inevitable return to blistering speed, reinforcing the relentless nature of the record.
With Rotting Incarnation of God, Profanatica continued their crusade of sacrilegious extremity, delivering another offering of vile, unrepentant black metal. It’s raw, uncompromising, and unapologetically profane—exactly what one would expect from these underground veterans.
