Athens' ROTTING CHRIST has been a constant and consistent underground presence for more than 25 years, this Greek band acting as a creative pillar in its country's scene and helping to shine international metal attention onto the one-time city state whose most famous resident, Plato, still retains a cult following of his own (I kid...). On this, its 11th record, Rotting Christ continues to write in strong, erudite ways, the band evidently taking the lessons (and scars) from its quarter-century of experience and putting them to good use, which results in potent, well-written compositions, much in the way MOONSPELL's extensive experience (and scars) helps that group write at summit points more than 20 years into its career. The SLASH-esque solo in 'Iwa Voodoo' or the classic DARK TRANQUILLITY-ish solos in 'Rusalka' are prime examples of Rotting Christ's use of hindsight as foresight, the collective adept at surrounding its traditional symphonic black with the sorts of flourishes and winding alleyways that allow for more than just simple DIMMU BORGIR retreads. At its core, Kata Ton Daimona Eaytoy is an exceptionally written record, one that could only be the product of this many years of toil in an underground that rarely rewards its citizens with the type of success they deserve: listen to the epic nature of the fantastic 'Ahura Mazda-Anra Mainiuu' and marvel at the levels of depth, subtlety and craftsmanship Rotting Christ has achieved. Debut records written by hungry bands with everything to prove have their infinite appeal and after-burn but so do latter-day albums we're learning, and Rotting Christ is at the forefront of that charge. Just don't tell DAVE MUSTAINE. (If ya don't get it, look it up.)