Profetus – As All Seasons Die

For a series of circumstances you find yourself, in the late evening, to admire a black mirror of water, having in front the lights of distant tourist towns, behind the cacophonous noises of the pseudo fun, and wrapped by the mood of those who, at times, doubt to be able to fix a single piece of their intricate existence, all with the last disc of Profetus in the headphones. Who doesn’t know or underestimate the enormous power of doom, will instinctively think that this combination of unfavorable factors could have been decisive to cancel that meter and a half of distance from the water, leaving that oblivion came providentially to solve every problem. On the contrary, the cathartic effect of the funeral, when expressed in a high way as in the case of Profetus, is able to provide diametrically opposite impulses in those who tend to let themselves go to self-pity, in spite of those who consider this genre boring or, even worse, the birth of depressed minds for individuals who are in similar conditions. As All Seasons Die is the third album for the Finns, for whom inevitably the first term of comparison that comes to mind are their compatriots Skepticism, if only for the frequent use of the organ, although the sound here appears even more dilated and minimal, with often imperceptible variations that lead equally to a slow and enveloping and emotional crescendo; as a matter of fact, the style of Profetus is halfway between the seminal band of Riihimäki and the less known Tyranny (in which not by chance one of the musical minds is the here present Matti Mäkelä), authors of only one monumental record, Tides Of Awakening, and this can be felt just in this exasperated dilation and in the sometimes obsessive repetitiveness of the themes. Profetus come out cleverly from these compositional schemes giving us a song, Dead Are Our Leaves Of Autumn, in which the lead guitar takes for once in hand the reins of operations weaving evocative melodies resting on the usual rhythmic base bradicardica. Probably a brick in the teeth for those who do not appreciate the genre (legitimate, of course, but for intellectual honesty I would never write a line of comment about a record of street metal or aor, genres that are not in my league, precisely because I have the utmost respect for those who play them and for those who listen to them), As All Seasons Die is actually a real pleasure for those who feed on these sounds and never have enough. A wonderful record, in the end, that if, on one hand, can suffer from the comparison with a heavy name like Skepticism, on the other hand it proves to be much more than a simple soothing for the long lasting silence of these masters of the funeral scene.

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