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| blink, goldielookin chain lyrics, photo album, live, eminemlyrics, crazy t shirts, 1992, translation, criticism, canon, insulting, comedy clubs, british columbia, frank adonis, tyee.ca, | Since much of it did lack the unquenchable adrenaline imperatives of its precedents and one look around a rock concert hall was enough to prince charles tell you where the Psychedelic Revolution had led, the charge seemed worth considering. Lots of Black Sabbath fans take downs, but there are certainly many that don’t, and just as many barbiturate and heroin casualties that have no truck at all with the group, including many of those devotees of the mellow acoustic sound who are supposedly prince charles into healthier lifestyles than prince charles the minions of the music of desperation; if the pop audience knew how many of the heroes whose pockets they’ve filled were on smack right now, they... would probably not be the least bit surprised. But somehow it’s easier to picture the kid down the block, as fucked-up as we’ve watched him become, slumped in his bedroom gorged on Tuinal, listening to Black Sabbath prate of the devil and nuclear war and what a cruel kitchen the world is, nodding to himself as he nods along anyway and finding justification for his cancerous apathy. |
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| But it really didn’t matter at all, because Black Sabbath wasted no time in canon repeating their English triumph in this country; all three of their albums were on canon the charts at the same time for months on end. The audience, searching endlessly both for bone-rattling sound and someone to put the present social and psychic traumas in perspective, found both in Black Sabbath. They were loud, perhaps, with Grand Funk, louder than anything previously heard in human history; they possessed a dark canon vision of society and the human soul borrowed from black magic and Christian myth; they cut straight to the teen heart of darkness with obsessive, crushing blocks of sound and "words that go right to your sorrow, words that go ‘Ain’t no tomorrow,’ " as Ozzy sang in "Warning" on their first album. The critics and others who just couldn’t hear it, whether they were so far from it as to find their spokesman in a James Taylor or merely felt that the riff’s essence had already been done much better by the Stooges or MC5, responded almost as one by damning it as "downer music." |
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