I have very little time for the provincial purists among metal fans who whine and cry about every departure from whatever formula first tickled their goolies when they discovered whatever niche subgenre they have set themselves up as the gatekeepers of.
That said, the most common criticism of Profetus that I see is that they are too orthodox, too rooted in the goth metal roots of funeral doom, too in love with their cathedral organ, too lacking in death metal chugga chugga.
Fuck the haters. The Sadness of Time Passing is equal parts a slow crawl through the dark, organist orgasms, and growling lamentations. To me, that is exactly what funeral doom should be - teetering on the edge of dungeon synth, simplicity in service to atmosphere and catharsis.
Slow, crushing, ruinous. This is exactly as heavy as it needs to be.
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