Type O Negative's debut album is this weird hybrid thing; the slow riffs are straight out of doom metal, the fast ones plus the vocals during the fast sections are direct from the hardcore punk playbook, and the keyboard textures are goth rock through and through. The mashup of doom and hardcore had been attempted before, of course, by Black Flag; Type O's main innovations here seem to be to add goth to the mix, and to let Peter Steele just rant angrily about his ex-girlfriend. In truth, at points the album gets disturbingly misogynistic in its spewing of hatred and it kind of makes Steele sound like a psycho wife-beating psycho anyone would be sensible to leave, and it's just a little bit disjointed structurally. (In particular, two of the last three tracks seem to be jokes pure and simple, and after the first two tracks the album's schtick gets kind of old.) An alright start, but Type O would do better.