#TYPE O NEGATIVE I DONT WANT TO BE ME FULL#
This is full on Type O Negative playing a dank Brooklyn warehouse to no one but themselves. Sure, lots of bands ape this sound (I’m lookin’ at you 69 Eyes), but no one will ever rival the greatness tracks like “Love you to Death,” “In Praise of Bacchus” or the sheer brilliance of “Red Water (Christmas Mourning).” The heavier tunes are finely balanced by the catchier numbers like “Cinnamon Girl” (a Neil Young cover) and “My Girlfriends Girlfriend.” Then there’s weird shit like the experimental Laibach-ish industrial elements of “The Glorious Liberation of the People’s Technocratic Republic of Vinnland by the Combined Forces of the United Territories of Europa” and shoe gaze influences of “Burnt flowers fallen.” Let’s not forget that this album closes with two of the absolute best Type O tracks ever written: “Wolf Moon” and “Haunted.”Īnd yes, this album begins with another fucking joke track but after that the slow, magma heavy riffs of “White Slavery” kick in and you know this ain’t the partial sun shine and cutesy smile that October Rust brought. They create individual worlds with each album, creating an almost organic living environment with their rich tapestry of Beatles meets Black Sabbath, but I digress, on to the marrow of October Rust.īarring the corny bullshit ‘joke’ opener and closer tracks, this album is a tour de force in the gloom pop realm that has no rival.
When a more romantic, pop oriented mood strikes me, I go for ‘the rust.’ When I feel like the world is an urban sprawl of filth and piss, WCD is it. So I want to be crystal clear on one thing, I could flip a coin and pick October Rust or World Coming Down as my favorite release from Type O Negative. And obviously, their placement is indication of ranking from top to bottom. As it stands today, few bands can imitate their sonic brand well, but only one sounds like Type O but don’t take my word for it…Lets begin. They managed to create a very love them or hate them sound that polarized listeners. With genuine psychosis touching every bit of the self-proclaimed ‘drab fours’ pop laden Sabbath worship, front man Peter Steele and his Brooklyn crew created some of the best depressing doom to ever get put to wax. Why Type O? They’re not really relevant to what’s going on in the modern music scene, but to yours truly, they are a band like no other. So I had to think: ‘who else do I really want to dig into and talk about?, who else dredges up those metallic memories so deep that their discography causes confliction?’ Then, like a bolt of lightning striking that fabled clock tower in Back To the Future, it came to me: Type O Negative. After I had the pleasure of writing the first run of Into the Grave, I got the chance to do it again for this month. So, here we are again, looming into February/March of 2019 already.
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