Sinister Fate don’t subscribe to the American Dream. Why? Because they are awake, their eyes are open, and they can see the reality of what’s going on around them. The fact that they call Chicago home, a city now entirely in the crosshairs of a government, arguably out of control and having crossed the line, many lines, makes what they have to say even more poignant.
Profit of Doom (nice wordplay, by the way) is as much a manifesto as it is a slice of music, and you can tell a lot about their sonic scope by the two opening tracks. “beLIEve” is punky and punchy, the lyrics being delivered with the same sort of venom with which Rage Against The Machine’s Zack de la Rocha used words as ammunition, “Season of the VVitch,” by contrast, a dark, slithering, gothic crawl.
“Scars of the Monster” heads into more metallic realms, whilst avoiding all the cliches of that place “Hey Man Nice Shot” is simultaneously shimmering and robotic, relentless and dynamic, big and clever, and “Pay The Price” is a sort of industrial rockabilly soundclash that feels like the rallying cry from that inevitable revolution when the machines finally take over.
Profit of Doom has it all, well, not everything, (after all, where would you put it all) but it has more than enough to keep even the most discerning music fan happy – it is lyrically poignant and sonically rabble rousing, energizing and euphoric, it wanders the musical landscape at will taking what it needs to make its unique sound and whilst some of what is found here is familiar, overall this is a truely forward-thinking sonic array.
