Maybe
Easter would be the perfect day to review a Rotting Christ album, but
Good Friday is pretty damn close. I dabble in blasphemy like
ex-Presidents dabble in painting dogs. My first introduction to Rotting
Christ was rather upsetting to 14 year old me: I saved enough money by
hoarding 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 insurance
because that was a whole six dollars (two lunches) more. Years later,
the internet is all sorts of amazing, and you can enjoy Rotting Christ
on Spotify immediately. Spoiled little prick kids.
Their newest album, Κata Τon Daimona Εaytoy,
is a riveting piece of symphonic metal with bursts of blackened speed
and a mischievous, adventurous spirit. The Tolis brothers, Themis
(drums) and Sakis (everything else), have crafted a fine album that
takes huge creative risks and plays by its own rules. The opening track, “In Yumen -
Xibalba,” is the most danceable black metal song I’ve ever heard, moving
from droning, monochromatic doom to blazing looped guitars over a blast
beat. Somehow the sum of all that equals a song that could make the
burliest metal warrior breakdance. “P'unchaw Kachun/Tuta Kachun”
continues the trance-inducing approach of the album, with a distant monk
choir haunting chugging palm-muted riffs before concluding with
majestic harmonized guitars. Despite the nearly spiritual overall feel
of the album there are also shades of their harsher black metal days to
be found here, including the ragers “Κατά τον δαίμονα του εαυτού” and
“Русалка,” which both expertly build and release anger.
While
there are a couple uninspired songs, such as the sleepy “Grandis
Spiritus Diavolos” and the slow-burning “Ahura Mazdā-Aŋra Mainiuu,” even
these cuts offer moments of brilliance, like the funky wah-wah solo of
the former. Just how did these Greek veteran rockers
grow the grapefruit-sized-nuts to use a Cry Baby pedal in a black metal song? Κata Τon Daimona Εaytoy is
an album that defies expectations in the best ways possible, offering
the anthemic qualities of arena rock without sacrificing aggression or
experimentation. Some songs feel like Theli-era
Therion, but with more care taken with the metallic aspects. That’s the
most impressive part of this album for me: Despite all the chanting and
piano and operatic guest vocals and assorted oddities, at its heart
this is a throwback metal album from an accomplished band who never stop
pushing at the boundaries of heavy music.
I
knew there were DVD copies of Nosferatu released with Type O Negative
providing the soundtrack. I think if there’s any horror film that fits Κata Τon Daimona Εaytoy
it would be Rosemary’s Baby. I could definitely hear “Gilgameš” playing
while the devil stares down at Mia Farrow with those yellow eyes. If
there was ever a soundtrack for Satanic insemination, it was Rotting
Christ’s music. I love Cadbury Eggs as much as the next non-religious,
pathological-consumer-of-candy, but Rotting Christ provided my real
Easter treat this year.
Listen to Rotting Christ on Spotify and visit their official website here: http://www.rotting-christ.com/
And check out their merch over at Season of Mist: http://www.season-of-mist.com/bands/rotting-Christ
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