This week Heavy Metal enthusiasts far and wide auspiciously observed a milestone 50 year anniversary for our founding fathers' debut album, the 1970 self-titled masterpiece that redefined music for generations to come. That last sentence reeks of cliche', I know, but really there is no other way of succinctly encapsulating the importance of that piece of wax that was ironically released on a friday the 13th a half of a century ago. I've thought about this long and hard, about the desert island question, where one is asked (or asks themselves in the case of friendless trolls such as I) about the one piece of music that they would absolutely have to take with them. Well, for me it wouldn't necessarily be the debut, but it would definitely be something between Paranoid and Never Say Die. Of course, taste is subjective, but the point is that Black Sabbath, after careful deliberation, are the authors of the ONE piece of music that I just can't live without. Punto!
This morning, while getting lost in contemplation over this topic, I was reminded that I had written a piece back in 2013 after having seen them in Palm Beach for the online version of my old fanzine, the legendary (in my own mind) Tales Of Perversion.
I went back to revisit for Auld Lang Syne and quite frankly I had forgotten what a great article this was. I laughed out loud a couple of times; yeah that's right, this hard-nosed sonofabitch was giggling like a schoolgirl. Those of you who actually read this blog and have familiarized themselves with my self-deprecating tone would well know that I don't toot my own horn needlessly, so take my word, it's an entertaining read. It's lengthy! I believe that they would call it a "feature" in the journalism racket; but stick with it it's worth it...
Anyways, here is the link, you smelly little pink... enjoy!
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