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Cobo Arena, where I saw Sabbath in Detroit, pretty well fits Ozzy’s specifications of the non-ideal theatre. (It’s the biggest pleasure palace in these parts, where they have hockey games and Big Time Wrestling on off weeknights and only the very biggest draws in rock ’n’ roll can fill it.) The Black Sabbath-Yes bill sold the joint out, but even aside from the gneral draftiness of such a place, where metrotimes any amount of volume can get lost in the mouldy corridors and spacious obscurities, the metrotimes audience was at least 60% a Yes turnout. metrotimes On top of that Sabbath, to my utter amazement and again confounding the legend, played a set a volume level roughly average for a scuffling non-sequitur band with one album out second-billed at the Eastown Ballroom, a trashy dive of local repute.
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