Supreme Fire by Profanal: A Raw, Unfiltered Death Metal Masterpiece
Alright, let’s get into it. Supreme Fire by Profanal is one of those albums that grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. Released in 2020 outta Italy, this self-released beast (props to Iron Tyrant too) hits hard with its mix of death metal and black metal vibes. It’s raw, aggressive, and unapologetically heavy—basically everything you want from a band flying the extreme metal flag.
First off, shoutout to Rosalba Ninivaggi on vocals. Her delivery is absolutely savage, like she’s summoning demons while screaming about blood, revenge, and all that good stuff. And the rest of the crew? Tight as hell. You’ve got Alessandro Burchianti and Kristian Cucchiara shredding guitars like their lives depend on it, Niccolò Vanni smashing drums like he’s trying to break them, and Daniele Montagnani holding down the low end with some seriously nasty basslines. Oh, and big ups to Andrea Ramacciotti for recording and mixing this chaos—it sounds brutal but clear enough so you can hear every little detail.
Now, onto the tracks. There are a few standouts here, but two really stuck with me: "Burn The Altar" and "Eternal Curse Of Blood."
“Burn The Altar” just slaps. Like, immediately. The opening riff is nasty—super fast and chuggy, setting the tone right away. Then Rosalba comes in with these venomous growls that feel like they’re gonna crawl outta your speakers and bite you. Lyrically, it’s classic anti-religious rage, which might not be groundbreaking, but damn if it doesn’t hit harder than most bands pulling the same trick. The breakdown near the middle? Chef’s kiss. Feels like getting punched in the face—but in a good way, y’know?
Then there’s “Eternal Curse Of Blood,” which feels like the album’s darkest moment. This track has this creeping, almost doom-like intro before exploding into full-on chaos. Kristian Cucchiara wrote the lyrics for this one, and they’re haunting as hell. It’s one of those songs where you can practically see the imagery—the blood-soaked landscapes, the despair, the whole nine yards. Plus, the guitar solos? Insane. Alessandro and Kristian trade off licks like they’re competing to see who can melt faces faster. Spoiler alert: we all lose because our brains are now mush.
The production deserves a mention too. Alex Marton mastered this thing, and it’s got that perfect balance of polished yet filthy. Every snare hit cracks like thunder, and the guitars have this razor-sharp edge without drowning out the vocals. Honestly, it’s wild how clean it sounds considering it’s self-released. Props to Profanal for pulling that off.
One thing I gotta say though—there’s a lot of repetition in the tracklist. Tracks like “Oracle Of The Supreme Fire” and “Thanatophobia” show up twice, along with others. Not sure if that was intentional or just a weird Bandcamp glitch, but hey, at least you get double doses of the bangers, right?
Anyway, wrapping this up… Listening to Supreme Fire feels like stepping into a storm. It’s relentless, chaotic, and kinda beautiful in its own twisted way. If you’re into death metal that doesn’t mess around, this is definitely worth your time. But fair warning: don’t put it on if you’re feeling even remotely chill. This album will ruin your zen real quick.
Final thought? I’m still trying to figure out why they named themselves Profanal. Sounds like something my drunk buddy would come up with during karaoke night. But hey, whatever works!
