“Altar of Profanation have been a mainstay of the blackened swamps of Georgia for nearly a decade now, churning out demos inspired by extraterrestrial life, dark magick rituals, and, of course, Satan. Every few years, a new homemade record would rise to the surface, like a prehistoric predator rising forth from its lair to terrorize and torment those who meet its gaze.
Live shows featured the band adopting traditions straight from the rich history of extreme metal, covering themselves in corpse paint and donning ceremonial robes. Lead vocalist / songwriter / guitarist Monty Johnson became known for his intense spoken word breaks between songs, engaging audiences with turns of attraction and repulsion, setting the stage for ritual that all those present, for better or worse, would soon be a part of. This is to speak nothing of the music itself - Altar of Profanation is fucking loud and intense. Whatever emotion they make you feel - disgust or awe or some combination of the two - there is no denying their power.
The experience of seeing Altar of Profanation live and listening to them on record is a much different experience with one common denominator: when it comes to this band, you have absolutely no fucking clue what’s going to happen next. This sensation alone is an absolute thrill in its own right, a form of black magic completely ingrained into the essence of Altar of Profanation. The ensuing sonic onslaught, then, is an inevitable blasphemic byproduct of the chaos that threatens to swallow the entire operation whole. It’s exhilarating.
At first, the idea of bringing the band to Nashville to record an album with me seemed almost beside the point. The studio we had in mind - Blackbird Studio in Nashville, Tennessee, among the finest in the Western Hemisphere - had never seen anything quite like Altar of Profanation. This is a studio filled with the finest equipment money could buy, covered in layers of polish, red velvet on every wall - what would a heavy metal band do with this embarrassment of riches, and how much of it would be broken by the time we were finished? But the band was adamant - it was time to do this for real, all bets were off.
Six months of intense rehearsal meant the band was in fighting shape when they showed up to record. The first thing you notice about Altar of Profanation is that even in street clothes they just look like a fucking nightmare. Whether it’s Monty’s chaotic energy, Rhys Spencer’s intense Peter Steele-ian presence, or Lee Harper’s perpetual look of deep inner thought, there is no mistaking anybody present for anything other than a proud metal musician.
They spent three days in Nashville and smelled like weed the entire time. We had an eight-hour session at Blackbird. They thrashed out the entire record live in five hours. It was fucking incredible. One assistant engineer left halfway through because it was too loud.
The record you are about to hear both worships and defies extreme metal tradition. One moment you’re listening to a black metal outfit, and a split second they’ve launched into a grindcore break. Specific influences are difficult to pin down. These songs are unified by an animalistic energy that was palpable during recording and present in spades all over the record. This is not just an album of music - this is the sound of three men seizing the moment before them and attacking it with wild abandon. Guitars twist and turn and riffs land like boulders. Drums thunder and crash like lightning. Monty’s vocals - recorded in Blackbird’s 20-foot reverb chamber - conjure images of nuns pleasuring themselves with stolen crosses, echoes of the death rattles of the modern world as it falls in the face of existential dread, listeners looking inside themselves and reckoning with what lies within.
Altar of Profanation is more than just an album. These songs are feelings you’ve never felt before. These songs are truths you’ve always known but never seen, an abyss that’s calling for you to meet its gaze. Altar of Profanation is a record without precedent. Music has never sounded exactly like this before. And this is only the beginning. But don’t take my word for it - the Altar is waiting, and it’s waiting just for you.”
- Dylan Ray, April 2020
credits
released April 20, 2020
Monty Johnson - Composition, Guitar, Vocals, Lyrics.
Rhys Spencer - Guitar, Bass, Synth, Vocals on Ridtheisticscum
Lee Harper - Drums
Produced by Altar of Profanation and Dylan Ray
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Dylan Ray
Guest vocals on Through the Netherverse by Oakmoon's Lord Kelicos
Final solo on Doorways to Nowhere by Father Befouled's Ghoul
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Otherworldly psychedelic guitar tone of wah-wah melo-riffing shines here. Unique sound. Unique avant-blackened-death band. Must have... Along with Veilburner - the best bands in genre Dmitry Nevozhay
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Late 90's BM worship, but it's also a lil more than that. This album takes the best elements from the scene it's inspired by and mostly avoids the worst of it; the song-writing is well-written, it's performed with passion and fun, and the production is raw but isn't lo-fi. (i.e. it doesn't obfuscate and/or suckass).
Tl;dr It's safe but high quality BM. Recommended. Rabbit
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Reminds me of Satyricon's "Dark Medieval Times" which should be a decent recommendation itself. Dense, dark and atmospheric black metal for fans of Satyricon, Troll, Evilfeast.. Silesia Obscura