The guys in Type O Negative are not happy fellows. In fact, they're downright depressing. Spending time with keyboardist Josh Silver, it seemed as though his most content moments were when he was taking a long draw on his cigarette. Other than that, if death himself had walked through the door, we don't think Josh would have flinched. He might've offered Death a smoke and chatted with Death for a moment or two, but beyond that, he probably wouldn't have paid much attention.

As for Type O Negative front man Peter Steele, he would probably intimidate Death. Steele is an imposing figure: he big, he's buff, and he doesn't look happy. He could rip you apart and feed you to the cat, and he really wouldn't feel bad about it.

What probably stands out the most about the guys in Type O Negative is that, while they aren't running around with smiles on their faces, they really aren't angry - they don't walk about moaning and groaning, and they also don't act pissed off. They really are more depressed than anything, or so it seems; depressed with the state of the world, depressed that people are back-stabbing fuckers, even depressed that the chicken they've been served tastes like shit. But they aren't angry about it. The chicken won't be flung across the room - they expected it to taste this bad, so they'll just take it and deal with it, because that's how life is.

What we mean is that they have accepted the depression. They've accepted the chicken, the people and the state of the world, and they know it sucks.

Type O Negative live is another story. They definitely do not suck, but they aren't there to make you happy. They aren't here to deliver some sort of divine message and change your life - they want to rock you to the core and play their songs as hard as they possibly can. Steele, as much as he may not like it, is actually charismatic, and the music is awesome.