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Type O Negative / Celtic Frost: May 2, 2007 Jannus Landing, St. Petersburg
from volume 02 issue 01 // Aubrey Bramble
Type O Negative
Words: Aubrey Bramble
Photos: Michael Spadoni
Appeared:
May 1, 2007
Jannus Landing, St. Petersburg
Drawbacks: Mediocre set from Type O, drunken idiots in the crowd, and Florida humidity.
Bonuses: Seeing an old favorite play again, watching security guards kick an exceptional amount of losers out for bad behavior, and now feeling inspired to practice my bass.
Celtic Frost was a great opener. Their sludgy black metal filled me with unease and made me feel like I was one of the terror-stricken hostages in House of 1,000 Corpses. Tom G. Warrior commanded the microphone with an unwavering curl of the lip, and their bass player, with his ferocious mane and scraggly beard, looked like an evil St. Nick as he thrashed to the music. Immensely entertaining.
Then, it was time for Type O Negative. Peter Steele laboriously dragged his aging corpse across the cramped Jannus stage, half-singing lyrics into two different microphones and pausing on more than one occasion to have a "sit down" while he plucked out rhythms on his bass guitar. He looked more like Lurch from The Addams Family than the vampire sex god I remember seeing perform nearly twelve years ago.
"He sings like Bob Dylan now," said my concert companion of Steele's incoherent mumblings. Sadly, I had to agree, and in doing so felt my heart sink an inch or two lower in my chest.
The current tour has been branded The Magical Misery Tour, a fitting description of what you'll see should you attend one of these shows. It's "magical" because of the band's clever decision to loop original Disney recordings of "When You Wish Upon a Star" and "It's a Small World" loudly before their set and the signs arranged around the stage urging fans to scream "Boo!" or "You Suck!" depending on which one is illuminated. It's "miserable" due to the uncomfortable and bizarre way in which Peter performs. We had to wonder if he was really sick, or just severely under the influence. His atrophied appearance was disturbing.
The energy level finally picked up during the encore, which was an extended, pumped-up version of their biggest hit of Black No. 1. A sad attempt at best, I had to accept that the Type O Negative of 2007 had little if nothing in common with the band I once found so appealing.
Words: Aubrey Bramble
Photos: Michael Spadoni
Appeared:
May 1, 2007
Jannus Landing, St. Petersburg
Drawbacks: Mediocre set from Type O, drunken idiots in the crowd, and Florida humidity.
Bonuses: Seeing an old favorite play again, watching security guards kick an exceptional amount of losers out for bad behavior, and now feeling inspired to practice my bass.
Celtic Frost was a great opener. Their sludgy black metal filled me with unease and made me feel like I was one of the terror-stricken hostages in House of 1,000 Corpses. Tom G. Warrior commanded the microphone with an unwavering curl of the lip, and their bass player, with his ferocious mane and scraggly beard, looked like an evil St. Nick as he thrashed to the music. Immensely entertaining.
Then, it was time for Type O Negative. Peter Steele laboriously dragged his aging corpse across the cramped Jannus stage, half-singing lyrics into two different microphones and pausing on more than one occasion to have a "sit down" while he plucked out rhythms on his bass guitar. He looked more like Lurch from The Addams Family than the vampire sex god I remember seeing perform nearly twelve years ago."He sings like Bob Dylan now," said my concert companion of Steele's incoherent mumblings. Sadly, I had to agree, and in doing so felt my heart sink an inch or two lower in my chest.
The current tour has been branded The Magical Misery Tour, a fitting description of what you'll see should you attend one of these shows. It's "magical" because of the band's clever decision to loop original Disney recordings of "When You Wish Upon a Star" and "It's a Small World" loudly before their set and the signs arranged around the stage urging fans to scream "Boo!" or "You Suck!" depending on which one is illuminated. It's "miserable" due to the uncomfortable and bizarre way in which Peter performs. We had to wonder if he was really sick, or just severely under the influence. His atrophied appearance was disturbing.
The energy level finally picked up during the encore, which was an extended, pumped-up version of their biggest hit of Black No. 1. A sad attempt at best, I had to accept that the Type O Negative of 2007 had little if nothing in common with the band I once found so appealing.
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