PROFANATICA require no introduction. Cold 'n' alone American black metal, pushing boundaries and "good taste" with vile blasphemy and even-more-vile music, and simply doing whatever the fuck they want, both in their original early '90s guise and their now-intensely-prolific period in the 21st millennium: there's only ever been one true PROFANATICA. However, let it be known than PROFANATICA are NOT standard "black metal," but rather their own rarefied strain of BLACK / DEATH metal. They've been proving it the last handful of years, and prove it more perversely than ever with Wreathed in Dead Angels. The band's return features six brand-new tracks in a swift 'n' salacious 22 minutes: immediately, irrevocably PROFANATICA from beginning to end. But, while the power-trio maintain a signature sound, by no means are they repeating past glories. From the utterly gutted guitar tone to the cultivated primitivism of founder Paul Ledney's drumming to the creeping / crushing songwriting, Wreathed in Dead Angels vulgarly displays PROFANATICA just entering their prime - all the more amazing for a band that's been around since 1990.