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I so wished they had blasted out “Cat’s Squirrel” instead of “A Song For Jeffrey” but that’s about as much crying over spilt milk as wishing Mick Abrahams had risen to the occasion and taken his unknowingly proto-Sabbath lead Gibson SG explorations he had begun with “Cat’s Squirrel” and developed them further within Blodwyn Pig.) But for all the blaring, ossified/Ozzified harmonica, “The Wizard” is a barely intentional blues as Iommi’s terse’n’tense phrasing and solid down strokes of just-reined in, distorted Barre chords brickbat any illusions of fake reverential blooz into the nearest corner. “The Wizard” is an oddball cousin to The Groundhogs playing “Cat’s Squirrel” on Jethro Tull’s “This Was” album (Which never happened but I had intuitively sensed/hoped for it years prior to finally viewing Tull in the Rolling Stones’ “Rock And Roll Circus” with Iommi on lead guitar.

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The track will break its pace from funereal into a fleeing stampede right before Ozzy’s sung verse “People running cuz they’re scared” as the ending guitar solo co-joins with (I think) Geezer’s super-compressed wah-wah bass plus insistent cymbal bashing which builds to a short “Bolero” coup de grace until the song is slammed shut with all the finality of the gates in ‘Get Smart.’ Geezer’s bass throb is all over the map though amazingly precise in its free, bare-fingered roaming of the nighttime landscape and Bill Ward expertly and ominously plays half-forgotten, unfinished rolls and accents in the reverberated background. And when Ozzy’s earliest vocals enter, they evoke baleful misery over the dramatically quiet intervals damp with the echo-ness of the studio. Each chord is such a massive roar from and/or out of the void that it can't be measured by decibels but in years. What parts the gloom FX curtain is a guitar sound that had NEVER been committed to an album before.

The opening track is the super-eponymous downer-dirge, “Black Sabbath.” Beginning with the sound of driving rain, wind, thunder and distantly tolling church bells. Rodger Bain’s production captures every member of Sabbath’s alarmingly confident musical reflexes with both depth and clarity and displays them as the well-toned, ultra-honed yet raw quartet with unlimited power to last into the next world and beyond that they were. Released on Friday the thirteenth in earliest 1970, “Black Sabbath” is a musical panic a statement of unforgivable musical corrosiveness and unyielding power surging from beginning to end as the combined-to-blurriness leitmotifs of late dusk, night and early dawn are so heavy at all times they practically blot out the sun.