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There was no one quite like Type O Negative. They were four Brooklyn dudes who sprung up out of the city's extreme hardcore scene and evolved into legit (if tongue-and-cheek) goth metal icons. From their 1991 debut, Slow, Deep and Hard to 1993 breakout Bloody Kisses to their 2007 swan song Dead Again, frontman Peter Steele and the band cast a long shadow with their haunting music and inimitable, imposing presence.
Sadly, their influential career was cut short by the untimely death of Steele in 2010 — but the Drab Four's legacy carries on. Type O left the world with so many great songs that continue to inspire generations of gloom-loving, heavy-music fans. Among those is Gabriel Franco, singer for Portland, Oregon metallic goth-rock crew Unto Others. Below, Franco sounds off on his favorite Type O Negative song.
I don't feel entirely qualified to make a statement on this band, but then again I guess who really is, and it doesn't matter anyways. There are many unique bands, who have wholly their own sound, and Type O was definitely a diamond in the rough, but to lump in Type O Negative as just another unique band would be an understatement. This band, specifically Peter Steele, would qualify as more of an enigma … in the truest sense of the word. The only certainty around Peter's music was the uncertain — a reflection of the chaos and beauty of life expressed honestly and authentically. To me, the ultimate achievement as a musician. Whether he was singing about drinking period blood, howling forlornly at the autumn moon, or telling you to suck his dick, it was all real. It was art. So, I have nothing but respect for the music and his attitude.
My favorite track is "Wolf Moon" off October Rust, and that choice was easy. It was the first Type O song that connected with me on a deep level. I have fond memories of walking home from band rehearsals at night and getting goosebumps during the last minute off the song where he sings "beware the wolves at night." [When I listen to it now] I can smell the air by the train tracks and see the dark clouds obscuring the late November moon. I can remember the feeling of the wet pavement beneath my Vans as the rubber skidded across the tiny striations in the concrete pour. All the details come back. That's the power of a good song! I can say with certainty there will never be another Type O Negative. Thank you for the music and RIP Peter Steele.