![]() ![]() Contrary to what some might expect, his brand of charm involved neither lovable arrogance nor oily platitudes. Pete was on a charm offensive that day in the K! office. In many respects, it was the sound of a man trying to find himself. Sonically, it occupied the awkward halfway-house between Pete’s controversial hardcore past in crossover merchants Carnivore and the kind of Sabbath-infused goth majesty that he would come to embrace. While that record had its moments, lyrically it dealt with a grown man raging about a broken romance. This would have been 1991, back when his band Type O Negative’s debut album Slow, Deep And Hard was attracting little more than a minor cult following. The first time I met Peter Steele, he visited the Kerrang! office by himself. When you sat down to quiz the Type O Negative leader, you were delving as far as you could into the depths of a fascinating and absorbing character. I had interviewed Pete several times before, and I always looked forward to doing so again. On that particular day in the mid-’90s, we were in a Portakabin, backstage at some Dutch festival. In any case, I opted for the more traditional approach of sitting in a chair beside him. I like to think Pete didn’t just say this to all the journalists, although he may have played me for a fool. ![]() A seated Peter Steele slapped one of his steel-girder thighs and trained his intense gaze upon me. ![]()
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