Black Sabbath's debut album is given over to lengthy songs and suite-like pieces where individual songs blur together and riffs pound away one after another, frequently under extended jams. There isn't much variety in tempo, mood, or the band's simple, lues-derived musical vocabulary, but that's not the point; Sabbath's slowed-down, murky guitar rock bludgeons the listener in an almost hallucinatory fashion, reveling in its own dazed, druggy state of consciousness. Songs like the apocalyptic title track, "N.I.B.," and "The Wizard" make their obsessions with evil and black magic seem like more than just stereotypical heavy metal posturing because of the dim, suffocating musical atmosphere the band frames them in. This blueprint would be refined and occasionally elaborated upon over the band's next few albums, but there are plenty of metal classics already here.
...at the Meadowlands in Jersey on this date in 1999...So once I decided to go see the reunited Sabbath (which really didn't take much deciding at all) it became obvious there were really only two places to go to see them: New Jersey or Long Island, right? Jersey won out and the people there did not disappoint. Metal mayhem ruled the parking lot and the crowd was over the top throughout the sho...
...at the Meadowlands in Jersey on this date in 1999...So once I decided to go see the reunited Sabbath (which really didn't take much deciding at all) it became obvious there were really only two places to go to see them: New Jersey or Long Island, right? Jersey won out and the people there did not disappoint. Metal mayhem ruled the parking lot and the crowd was over the top throughout the sho...