![]() It’s how Steele shined and why he wanted to fade away. Is our heroine casting our hero into the same pit as the cremated flowers? Or, is it further down a final, fiery eternal resting place? Given Pete’s flame fetish (“Pyretta Blaze”), is it possible it means something else entirely? Darker: Is he dousing an arsonist streak with fuel? Probably all of it and none of it. Later, the goosebump-erecting outro takes on an ironic lean given the context: “ She said burn / We’ll burn together“. And, how does one mask the dull ache of a smashed ticker? “ Hey Bacchus / She hates me.” You’ve no doubt sung the same while duetting with a pouring bottle. “Burnt”‘s morning lament (“ Yeah I think she’s falling out of love”) and final utterance (“ All of the flowers / All of the flowers I gave her / She burned them / Burned them“) leads perfectly into “In Praise”‘s ballad-saturated evening after, when She is long gone. “In Praise of Bacchus” is smartly sequenced behind “Burnt Flowers Fallen” on Type O’s October Rust. (“ Un-just-i-fi-able… EXISTENCE!!!”) And it works, somehow fusing all of that into one coherent song, giving Slow, Deep and Hard one hell of a dual-classic bookend. Lyrics that read like a fuck-you suicide letter were supported by Type O Negative unloading the musical vaults: a rocking punkish verse, a choral vibe in the verse and outro, some grade-A DOOM, a nice helping of killer gang vocals, and some of the best screams of Peter Steele’s career. ![]() Possibly more than any other song on Type O’s debut, the tune commonly known as “Gravity” bridged the gap between the crossover tendencies of Carnivore and the gothic/doom metal the band would become best known for. GRAVITATIONAL CONSTANT: G = 6.67X10-8 CM-3GM-1SEC-2 If you can find the bathroom through your fog of tears, that is. Here, though, you’ll be reaching for your little sister’s Hello Kitty removable razors and giving the afterlife some serious thought. Steele’s wail of “ Please don’t go” is accompanied by a couple of riffs that would be almost uplifting in any other song. It’s around minute seven of this eleven-minute funeral that things get really painful, however. Peter Steele, doing his best impression of Count Dracula on horse tranquilizers, conveys forced loss and grief at a tortoise-esque pace on the near-title track of Type O Negative’s third full-length.
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