A fulsome doff of the cap to Tony, Bill, Ozzy & Geezer, the acknowledged masters. Culled from 70 - 73 genius run of anvil smitten classics - Black Sabbath, Paranoid, Master of Reality, Vol 4, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath - all historical permutations of heavy start here. Monolithic, primal and wholly unsubtle. The evergreen thrill of Sweat Leaf's opening salvo of monster riff and Ozzy yell; Sabbath Bloody Sabbath's noisy-quiet template which eventually became Pixies and Nirvana; the magnificent, dunderheaded manual turning of the amp up to 11 at 0:40 in to N.I.B..
In retrospect, a surprisingly pervasive air of unhappy trips and drowsy narcotics. Presumably before the booze and coke fully kicked in.
As y brawd is prone to declare, this really is essential.
Oddi wrth y brawd