Type O Negative
World Coming Down (Roadrunner)
by Scott Hefflon
I’m still on the fence on this one. Suddenly, I think of the scene at the end of The Crow (#1, I mean – no one with any sense would ever think of #2 unless they needed to gag) and quickly choose a side and jump. World Coming Down is OK if viewed from the proper perspective. Otherwise, it stinks.
Seeing as I was a fan of Carnivore (saw them) as well as Type O Negative (saw them), I feel justified in saying the guys have plodded through a lot of territory, and I’ve gone with them thus far, though not always quietly. Type O was a joke from the beginning, all about money, and anyone who doesn’t know that hasn’t done their goddamn homework and should shut the fuck up. With that knowledge, Bloody Kisses really struck a vein (so to speak), and it plays on constant repeat in the candle-lit and incense-burning parlors of those of the pallid persuasion. October Rust took time to grow on me. Eventually it did, and aside from singles that are now part of the vocabulary, it too has now achieved the power of end-to-end playability. Each is perfect for caressing bare skin as well as doing a little therapeutic bloodletting, and seeing as those’re the highs and lows of the human experience, that means Type O covers the gamut.
When all’s said and done, World Coming Down has sludgy moments of brutal beauty, and plenty of doom-flavored psychedelic rock that only barely masks the image of Peter skipping about, throwing flowers. Ugh. While I have faith he’d skip like a Frankenstein monster, snarl like a convict, and some of the lilies would actually be sharp rocks, I hope his fancy for fruity melodies subsides soon and we can get back to some good ol’ wrist-slashing gloom. Be uplifting and thoughtful on your time, buddy, we pay for your deepest, darkest, most morbid thoughts.
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