Just as perspiration drenched was Canadian battering ram 3 Inches of Blood, who preceded Type O with high-pitched mountain man metal delivered by a bunch of hairy dudes who look like a pack of disgruntled Yetis. 1” – even this doleful bunch couldn’t help but smile as the sweat and sorrow poured out of them in equal measure. “If you’re going to jump, make sure you jump on somebody I hate,” he told a guy on the balcony who was leaning a bit to close to the railing.īy the time Type O steamrolled through their two biggest hits - goth staples “Christian Woman” and “Black No. Through it all, Steele was in fine form, sardonic, self-effacing and sauced. The band bared its teeth early with family friendly ripper “Kill All The White People,” a testament to their hardcore origins, before delving into long, lugubrious dirges like “World Coming Down,” which should only be taken with a fistful of anti-depressants. “Happy Halloween Las Vegas,” the Type O Negative frontman announced at one point Saturday night at the House of Blues, where the band erased any bad memories still lingering from a sloppy, disinterested set last time through with a much more streamlined, invigorated performance. The drunk priest played bass with his teeth, his fists and a Jagermeister bottle – but only after he had poured its contents down his throat, of course.ĭressed in a clergyman’s white collar and black suit, a towering Peter Steele manned a pulpit fashioned from a coffin, delivering doomsday sermons that bore the distinct whiff of autumn.

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