Type O Negative - Dead Again

No one really makes records like this anymore, do they? Do all these massive riffs and down-tuned tales of doom and gloom have a place this side of the millennium? If not, no one has bothered to tell Type O Negative. Dead Again is another ten songs in that that typical mould of their dark lord, Peter Steele: marathon monodies of melancholia and operatic bombast in that atmospheric doom-punk cast that they've been plugging since the early 90s - like Celtic Frost meets Danzig, meets minor key zombie marching. It's hard to begrudge them the fact that this sounds exactly like a Type O Negative album, but the distinct lack of progression and general cash-cow acquiescence of it all adds a distinctly soulless edge to the proceedings. An album for the faithful, Dead Again is one for those who bought Life Is Killing Me and World Coming Down. [Neil Ferguson]