Monday, July 7, 2003 @ 9:53 AM
Type O Negative Live at CBGB's
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“Unsuccessfully Coping With The Natural Beauty Of Infidelity”
”Love You To Death”
“Gravitational Constant: G = 6.67…” / (“Unjustifiable Existence”)
“In Praise Of Bacchus”
“I Don’t Wanna Be Me”
(encore) “Black No. 1”
CBGB’s is the really small, now-legendary club that launched the ‘70s NYC punk/new-wave careers of Blondie, The Cars, Talking Heads, Patti Smith, Television and of course, The Ramones. The walls are papered with stickers and flyers… the dust is as ancient as it’s owner, (Hilly Kristal, who lumbers about in a brown leather vest with a glass of wine in one hand and looks ready to die at any moment)… the acrid stench of flat beer emanates from somewhere… and the legendarily nasty, dilapidated bathrooms are…upholding the legend with a renewed vengeance! And as the guests and VIP ticket-holders file in, all of this just adds to the scenery. This is the first Type O Negative show in a little over two years; the venue is well chosen for a band who have titled their upcoming new release Life Is Killing Me -- at a club like this, you can understand how a person might feel that way.
Notable for the event, and demonstrative of the low-key modesty of this band,
the door was left open during the 4 o’clock soundcheck. People were walking by and peering in as Peter yowled and a cacophony of slams and squeals shook the scaffolding outside. (After sound-check, the band occupied themselves with last-minute details… and Johnny Kelly moved his souped-up GTO to the front of the venue…)
Taking the stage at 7:30PM on Friday the 13th at CB’s -- they only had an hour (or so) to play. And the show was over by 9PM. That’s not a lot of time for a band like this… and not a whole lot for me to say except how wonderful it was and how good they were… even with only one new song (on radio) to showcase from Life Is Killing Me -- the “Drab Four” took the small stage clad in medical scrubs bearing the album logo over the breast pocket and “BROOKLYN HOSPITAL” on the back… and proceeded to get to rocking the crowd with their special brand of intense moody, heavier-than-thou metallic death dirges.
Concentrating primarily on “the old stuff,” since the album was not officially released as such on this day, Type O showed that time hasn’t diminished their skills as musicians.
Obviously, as the CD makes it’s way around the airwaves, and people become more familiar with the new stuff, they will offer more in that vein, but knowing they can still play their old songs with as much verve and intensity as when they played them for the first time ought to be enough to get people out to see them. And, indicative of the ladies’
response this evening, The Boys From Brooklyn still have “it.” Or maybe just Peter does.
Whatever. Their instruments are all green, and they look pretty evil -- nobody cut their hair or anything. So they haven’t changed much, which is refreshing. No sell-outs here. They do it with “Blood, Sweat and Gears,” like they always have. Thank God.
P.S.: “I Don’t Wanna Be Me” kicks ass live…