He finally took refuge behind his bass amp as openers Spineshank came out to join the fray. Some he would catch and return to the crowd in waiting, and a few others caught him on the head. On-stage at the Trocadero though, Steele made himself the center of attention, as fans aimed for his head with roll after roll of toilet paper that the singer had supplied to them by the box. Kelly fell into a fit of laughter at Steele posturing like Kid Rock announcing his name to the world, “I just don’t see it!” “We’re not anywhere near the rap trend, I can’t see Peter going “My name is Pete!'” “There isn’t any electronic kind of stuff happening,” Kelly said of the new material that the group plans on working on after this brief tour ends. Whatever the future holds for Type O Negative, chances are that they will not stray far from the sound that they have perfected over the past few records. “There’s always been a dark cloud moving over our heads, you never know what can happen – all this could be over in a blink of an eye.” “It always feels like it’s the last record,” he conceded. Kelly acknowledges that it’s the common ground musically that keeps the band together, despite ongoing rumors of their break up. The sound is Black Sabbath meeting Pink Floyd meeting Led Zeppelin on a dark and rainy night. Whatever loss and despondency Steele has experienced in his life, its made for some of the most open wound exposing and lyrical depth that most bands never achieve. He’s got a unique look to him, people look at him like, “What planet did this guy come from?'” Everywhere he goes, no matter what he does, he’s the freak on display. “Peter is a normal guy just trying to break out of his shell – I’ve always said that about him,” declared Kelly of his emotionally distressed lead singer. The gargantuan Steele, at 6 foot 6 and all muscle, slugged down a bottle of Sutter Home wine through the night, looking deep and brooding as the band plowed through the songs “Everyone I Love is Dead,” “Love You to Death,” “My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend” and Neil Young’s “Cinnamon Girl.” With his bass held in place over his shoulders with a chain instead of a strap, Steele led Type O though an hour and a half set that had the crowd screaming along to every ounce of his heartache. “And I have no fucking problem with that.”
“It like a disease every Halloween we play Philadelphia,” Peter Steele commented to the crowd. With pumpkins and cardboard skeletons adorning the stage, the band came out and wasted no time getting into the holiday spirit, playing a cover of Black Sabbath’s “N.I.B.” The expected mixed crowd comprised of Goths, costumed freaks and some semi-normal looking folks turned out for the show. This year Type O is supporting their new best of disc, The Least Worst Of, a stunning collection of the group’s most popular songs, new tracks and rare edits that was released appropriately enough, on Halloween. Whether they have an album to promote or not, the Brooklyn natives make the yearly trek to Philly to celebrate a holiday that almost seems to be made for the band. “We couldn’t get a show in New York City, so we came to the closest place, and then it just happened the next year, and now here we are four years later – now it’s become more of a tradition.” “It kind of started out as a default thing,” remembered drummer Johnny Kelly earlier in the day. It was simply the continuance of a tradition now into its fourth year: the annual Type O Negative Halloween show in Philadelphia. These are the masters of doom and gloom metal? Purveyors of lyrical sadness and musical depression? They’re having a toilet paper fight with their audience? The last notes of feedback from “Christian Woman” were still leaking from the amps Tuesday night as Type O Negative frontman and bassist Peter Steele was standing on the edge of the stage, daring the sold out Trocadero crowd to hit him…with rolls of toilet paper?
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