Peak coke-bloat Ozzy has always given me body horror so I steered clear of this whole section of his career, even though I love Sabbath. But this record, released as a tribute to guitarist Randy Rhoads after he died in this insane prank accident where his plane crashed into Ozzy‘s tour bus, absolutely fucking rules. Peak metal. Raw power.
Beautiful pedal steel and it’s oh so sad. A nice reminder that you can record one album of mediocre success and die and then 50 years later some random fuckhead can find it and reintroduce it to the snobs of the modern era
