“Neon Knights,” Black Sabbath
It could be persuasively argued that the Ozzy years gave Sab its staying power in the hearts and ringing ears of the public. But I have to admit I was unabashedly chuffed by the musical rearrangement Ronnie James Dio brought to the party, back in '79. Dio's wordplay sounded like Robert E. Howard had listened to Bob Dylan and decided the future was in Heavy Metal. Throw on a satin shirt with droopy sleeves, inject a little enthusiasm into that powerhouse voice, and you've got quite an engine to hook your music to. The band seems chuffed as well, if the pace and polish of the song is any indication. Note: this was the first song on the disc to get the girls' toes tapping.
RIP, Ronnie James Dio.
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It gets worse -- tomorrow.
Hey Darrell!
What the heck happened to all of the comments in the last 3 entries. The Comment Virus has struck.
Verification Word if "Flachela", which peering into the eytomological wine glass, is the"Passed gas of the Female of any species"
Comments disappeared. So did this post -- it certainly pays to compose and save on your own machine. Must've been a Friday the 13th thing.
Let's hear it for the propeller-heads at Google: suddenly the old comments are back!
As for Gordon Sumner and his buddies, I wasn't too sure what to make of them just yet. They sound a tad fey, which wasn't yet a quality I appreciated in rock 'n' roll.
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