Rotting Christ Kata Ton Daimona Eaytoy Blogspot
MaybeEaster would be the perfect day to review a Rotting Christ album, butGood Friday is pretty damn close. I dabble in blasphemy likeex-Presidents dabble in painting dogs. My first introduction to RottingChrist was rather upsetting to 14 year old me: I saved enough money byhoarding my lunch money (and surviving off Dunkaroos) to order Tiamat,Rotting Christ, and Emperor albums together to save shipping costs.Unfortunately the package was lost and I did not purchase insurancebecause that was a whole six dollars (two lunches) more. Years later,the internet is all sorts of amazing, and you can enjoy Rotting Christon Spotify immediately.
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Spoiled little prick kids. Whilethere are a couple uninspired songs, such as the sleepy “GrandisSpiritus Diavolos” and the slow-burning “Ahura Mazdā-Aŋra Mainiuu,” eventhese cuts offer moments of brilliance, like the funky wah-wah solo ofthe former. Just how did these Greek veteran rockersgrow the grapefruit-sized-nuts to use a Cry Baby pedal in a black metal song? Κata Τon Daimona Εaytoy isan album that defies expectations in the best ways possible, offeringthe anthemic qualities of arena rock without sacrificing aggression orexperimentation. Some songs feel like Theli -eraTherion, but with more care taken with the metallic aspects. That’s themost impressive part of this album for me: Despite all the chanting andpiano and operatic guest vocals and assorted oddities, at its heartthis is a throwback metal album from an accomplished band who never stoppushing at the boundaries of heavy music.
Iknew there were DVD copies of Nosferatu released with Type O Negativeproviding the soundtrack. I think if there’s any horror film that fits Κata Τon Daimona Εaytoyit would be Rosemary’s Baby. I could definitely hear “Gilgameš” playingwhile the devil stares down at Mia Farrow with those yellow eyes. Ifthere was ever a soundtrack for Satanic insemination, it was RottingChrist’s music. I love Cadbury Eggs as much as the next non-religious,pathological-consumer-of-candy, but Rotting Christ provided my realEaster treat this year.