I love both
Black Sabbath and Ozzy´s solo work equally.
Sabbath is
drenched of seventies sound and attitude, while Ozzy grabs the best of the
eighties and adds some glamorous feeling to heavy metal.
It´s pretty
similiar to when someone asks you wether you love more mum or dad.
But, sometimes,
my thoughts towards these artists may vary. It happens that when I don´t sleep
well, or I get angry, or drunk, or whatever, my objectivity becomes slightly
affected and tends to express as follows:
SABBATH:
Ozzy looks
like an angry man. A common angry man, who after a tyring labour day, may stab
you in the throat for drinking the last drops of beer left in the bar.
SOLO:
Ozzy is a fat,
blonde dyed hair man who wears excessive make up.
SABBATH:
Iommi: mysterious,
dark and soulful guitar riffs. Hell of a compliment for a guy who has no
fingertips.
SOLO:
A midget
playing electric guitar and mixing hard rock with classical music. Everyone,
this is Randy. Randy, everyone.
SABBATH:
A band. A
music group. A gang that would pleasently do any mischevious things like the
ones in Kubrick´s “A Clockwork Orange”.
SOLO:
A drunk man
who looks like Beeltejuice jumping up and down, while a tiny dude hurts a
guitar.
Luckily, I
keep myself sober most of the time, and I hardly never get to say these
horrible and untruthful things.
