Noise du Jour: "Christian Woman" by Type O Negative

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRuvJCDQV90 This week’s Noise du Jour theme is Love Songs for Creepy Girls. This is Christian Woman by Type O Negative, featuring a depraved nymphet being serviced by a monster she allows to stand in for Jesus H. Christ. One thing to keep constantly in mind about Type O Negative is that they are self-effacing, […]

This week's Noise du Jour theme is Love Songs for Creepy Girls.

This is Christian Woman by Type O Negative, featuring a depraved nymphet being serviced by a monster she allows to stand in for Jesus H. Christ. One thing to keep constantly in mind about Type O Negative is that they are self-effacing, and consider the majority of their library to be parody, fantasy, or psychotherapy. Their greatest hits album is called the Least Worst Of.

There are two versions of this song, with slightly different lyrics. In this later, MTV-friendly version, this lyric was clumsily altered:

A cross upon her bedroom wall
From grace she will fall
An image burning in her mind
And between her thighs

...so that the last line was "she knows she must hide". Other alterations include changing "on your back or knees" to "set your spirit free", and "she'll burn in hell" to "her soul compels". Presumably these changes were made to allow wider distribution in a puritan media. I'm not sure if it worked or not.

This is one of my all-time favorite music videos. I have a filthy, unapologetic crush on Peter Steel, the lead singer of Type O Negative. My favorite bit is at about 2:08-2:16, where Steel is palming the girl's entire head with one hand. He is monstrously tall, built like a brick shithouse, and cavern-voiced. His face is at turns Adonesque and gargoylian, and when I get around to filming my version of Frankenstein, he will play the monster:

How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful!–Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.