It began with the dank drubbing of rain and the distant toll of a church bell. Then, with the mood established, the Sabs opened their studio account, Tony Iommi’s funeral-pace riff humming with sin and Ozzy Osbourne’s spooky observations of a ‘figure in black which points at me’ still making you check over your shoulder. Metal was born, right here.
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