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Thursday, March 22, 2012
Randy Rhoads
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Ozzy After Sabbath
I suppose this is the appropriate complement to “Sabbath After Ozzy”. I’ve been listening to Black Rain, the newest Ozzy album, and despite its surprisingly cheap and unimpressive packaging (no jewel case or insert) I was pleasantly surprised with its quality.
Randy was NOT a Black Sabbath fan – he considered himself MUCH better than Tony Iommi (right there he lost me). He added the pretentious classical music elements. I do like his albums, particularly the songs “Mother Earth (Revelation)” and “Diary of a Madman” but I can do without “Flying High Again” for the umpteenth time. Randy was an excellent guitarist, but I think his talent is overstated these days into legend status simply due to the fact that he died so young in the freak accident.
Gillis did a respectable job, though he didn’t particularly put much effort into faithfully reproducing Tony’s solos. The best that can be said is that Gillis had a terrific guitar tone. Ozzy screams, “this album’s for you people, man!” and I have to wonder who he’s referring to.
But at the time I didn’t connect Ozzy with Black Sabbath. On the school bus I’d listen to the album on my Walkman (remember those?) and the older kids would ask what I was listening to. “Hey, these are BLACK SABBATH songs!” Now this dopey, clueless 13 year old finally had a clue. Sure enough, I went to FNAC (the huge record store in Paris) and flipped through the Black Sabbath vinyl (remember vinyl?) and sure enough saw.. OZZY OSBOURNE listed on the albums! And hey, look! It’s those songs! D’OH!
So we asked for Black Sabbath albums for Christmas, and guess what we got? Born Again and The Mob Rules! (Sigh). I ended up getting the Ozzy albums after school, passing through FNAC and spending my leftover lunch money on pairs: Black Sabbath/Paranoid, Master of Reality/Vol 4, Sabbath, Bloody Sabbath/Sabotage, and Technical Ecstasy/Never Say Die. But as crazy and stupid as it sounds, I have BRAD GILLIS (and my buddy Phil) to thank for getting me into Black Sabbath.
Relative to such bands as Slayer and Megadeth, or any of these death metal bands with “cookie monster” vocals, Ozzy is certainly much more polished and accessible. You can understand the lyrics! But it’s still METAL. The 16 year old girl who says “like, you know” every other word and listens to Beyonce and 50 Cent, the skinny VW-driving REM fan, the 30-something soccer mom, are never going to bang their head to any of Ozzy’s material. It’s not nearly pop-oriented enough to appeal to people who wouldn’t otherwise listen to “heavy metal”, and the crowd at an Ozzy or Ozzfest concert is the same 90% male demographic you’d find at a Slayer or Anthrax show.
I don’t have a problem with Sharon Osbourne. She saved Ozzy’s ass from alcoholic suicide, salvaged his career, and believed in him when he didn’t even believe in himself (a heavy metal June Carter to the heavy metal Johnny Cash). She deserves every penny of his wealth - seeing to it that HE gets what he needs and doesn’t get screwed. If she throws her weight around, amen. I wasn’t keen on the slew of crappy bands opening for Sabbath/Ozzy on the Ozzfests, but at least we got Sabbath and Ozzy – and a few good bands like Iron Maiden – compared to the Lollapalooza tours. (Where’s the stoner rock festival, man? Come on!). Metal fans seem to see her with the same hatred and loathing Rush Limbaugh has for Hillary Clinton, but I don’t think Sharon Osbourne deserves it anymore than Hillary does.
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