Instead, he rewrote the song from the perspective of the song’s infamous figure in black. Type O Negative had already covered Black Sabbath’s groundbreaking first song on the 1994 Nativity In Black compilation, but Peter Steele couldn’t stand to see that epic tale from just the supplican’t point of view. “Black Sabbath (From the Satanic Perspective)” ( October Rust, 1996) The result is a song with a fog of eroticism about it that wakes up the occult animal inside. Is it about turning into a werewolf or going down on a woman during her period? It’s both, baby! “Wolf Moon” shows Steele combining both classic lycanthropic tropes with his own complete dedication to male subservience. “Wolf Moon (Including Zoanthropic Paranoia)” ( October Rust, 1996) You’ve heard of a pearl necklace? Try a crown of thorns. It also creates a sex symbol out of Jesus, something few if any other band has tried. Peter strikes a chord most people didn’t know they had in them with this one, using sacred religious imagery to make its sexy side all the more forbidden. “Forgive her, for she knows not what she does…” That paraphrase of Christ’s dying plea ushers in this blasphemously delicious piece of goth eroticism from 1993’s Bloody Kisses.
To quote Return of the Living Dead’ s Trash, we like it spooky. And let’s not forget the drums - Johnny Kelly really provides the kind of hard slam that would inspire listeners to provide one right back. But the track’s slick, languid riffs and Pete’s verse melodies have a delicious, tangled-up-in-sheets vibe to them. “Creepy Green Light” is admittedly one of the few songs on here that isn’t about sex or women–in truth, it does appear to be about a creepy green light on Halloween. “Creepy Green Light” ( World Coming Down, 1999)
And yet there’s a sweet sexiness to it, a playful smile rather than a haughty smirk. “(We Were) Electrocute” is a shimmering piece of Beatles worship on the Brooklynites’ part, complete with a clap-along rhythm. “(We Were) Electrocute” ( Life Is Killing Me, 2003)ĭespite what you might think listening to Type O Negative, not all sexuality has to be bound and begging. They say music soothes the savage beast, but this time around it just puts a stiletto boot on their chest and makes them beg. It also paints a picture of every goth’s perfect Saturday, all red wine and physical worship. Combining total goth with unabashed eroticism, “Love You to Death” crashes into existence in a cloud of dreamy distortion and chilling piano. “Love You to Death” ( October Rust, 1996)įew bands can open a song with a climax, but Type O are one of them. This song about a woman of flame is as thick and sweaty as a summer’s night in New Orleans, and Pete Steele’s lyrics about being drawn to the title’s subject like a moth to a candle makes one feel like they’re ready to melt. What “Pyretta Blaze” lacks in the outright vinyl-clad sex appeal of “My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend,” it makes up for in its humid, hip-swinging blue factor. “Pyretta Blaze” ( World Coming Down, 1999) Plus, you’ve got Pete Steele breathily speaking in a French accent midway through, as though he’s at your ear whispering sweet nothings to you. Join the meat triangle.įew songs sum up every teenage goth’s fantasy like “Blood and Fire.” Not only does it feature blood and fire in the title, it also has a solid thrusting rhythm that pushes the blood to a boil. Though a bit of a cliche goth anthem to some, “My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend”’s earworm qualities are without question. With its slinky goth beat, bounding central riff, and lyrics about a threeway couple that’s as close as “sweaty velcro,” this track quickly became Type O’s official baby-making song. No contest, this was the first song to make it onto this list. “My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend” ( October Rust, 1996) Since today marks the 27th anniversary of the release of Bloody Kisses, the album on which Type O made this jump from crossover-thrash provocateurs to goth metal sex gods, we decided to round up 10 of their tracks which are guaranteed to have listeners fanning their face in no time. As a result, their music became synonymous with sex in nothing but combat boots, and has been the soundtrack to many a metalhead’s never-though-this-could-happen-to-me stories. Not only that, but Steele’s avowed love of and dedication to women as his superiors gave their albums a sense of worship, as though its makers had fallen to their knees in front of the goddess of feminine sexuality.
After a short stint as a ragtag hardcore act, the Brooklyn band - led by the towering, rumbling, Playgirl-posing Pete Steele - refined their style into a scintillating mix of goth metal, psychedelia, and doom that sounded like the blood rushing through your ears (among other places). There are bedroom bands, and then there are bedroom bands, and then there’s Type O Negative.
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