The best thing Provoked have going for them is that their vocalist is an absolute dead ringer for Blaine from the Accused, which can never be a bad thing in my book. Bummer is that he shares the mike with a backing vocalist that sounds like the sasquatch from Harry and the Hendersons, which kind of tempers the power of the band a bit. Profane Existence certainly didn’t skimp on the packaging with this one. It’s got a twelve-panel booklet, every song gets its own page with lyrics and illustrations, and the cover itself is quite a picker-upper, featuring a bald, naked woman clutching her own face as a baby, still attached to her via the umbilical cord, freezing to death in the snow at her feet. Oh, and she’s next to a graveyard and there’s a stealth bomber dropping explosives right next to them. So, picture that in your mind and you’ve got a pretty good idea of what Provoked probably sounds like. They’ve got some good moments on here, but if they just had Harry cool it a bit and kicked the tempo up a notch, then they’d go from decent to memorable. As it stands, I’m not convinced: if I want distilled rage and intelligent political diatribes, I’ll go listen to Warsawpack or Rambo, neither of whom, to my knowledge, have a hairless vagina or dead babies on their record covers.
–keith (Profane Existence)