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Changes is definitely an evolution of Solitude. It is more polished for sure but the music put forth is incredibly doom-laden and sorrowful. I freely confess to not being much of an Ozzy fan, but for all of my dismissal, Changes is one song I believe Ozzy performs better than any singer who has tried it, both in Sabbath or as a cover. It sounds like it was written with his overly emotional drawl firmly in mind and he reaches some incredibly poignant moments.

Why these four? What makes them different? These four songs comprise a total of twenty-three minutes and three of them are buried deep within the grooves. Nothing speaks to an albums quality than when great tracks can be found in the back half. Most bands put their strongest songs at the front of the release, Sabbath bucked that trend by making their most progressive songs of the album hidden deep.

Each of the four are vastly different from each other but also different from themselves as well. How is that possible? If you read the title to Under the Sun it has an added subtitle of Everyday Comes and Goes , which has a purpose. It is a literal 75 second interlude placed directly in the middle of a song that was never as fast, kinetic or drum heavy as this interlude was.

It also has a clear beginning, middle and end, so why was it here? It literally comes from nowhere, a first time listener is sure to be surprised by how quickly this interlude passes by. Moments like that are what was missing on the previous record. Cornucopia is another where there is literally five distinct sections in the composition, and, again, each one drastically different.

The opening riff is not only heavier than every second of the Master Of Reality album, it is also the most evil sounding riff to ever grace an Ozzy era record. Since these four songs have the most energy I want to shout out this albums greatest contributor, Bill Ward. It should come as no surprise that Ward has his fingerprints all over these compositions.

The drums throughout Supernaut sees Ward flawlessly alternate between brushes then traditional sticks. It might or might not be obvious upon first listen but is quickly realized how much of the fastest songs on this platter places Ward to a degree more important than Geezer Butlers bass. This is not to say Butler slouches as lyricist or demigod of the low-end, but not a great deal of the proceedings stand out because of any slick bass runs by Geezer.

This is perhaps his most subdued album of the Ozzy era. The two previous albums were streamlined Paranoid or simplistic Master Of Reality and I feel the compositions restrained Ward's ability to add his signature color. Amy Jazz percussionist will know that rule number one is "you are always one hesitation away from solving all your problems. You see, keeping time is not at the forefront of most Jazz, it emphasizes taking the lead with artistic color and low end voicing instead of being reduced to just providing a backing metronome.

This comes through on each of the four songs I put in the final section. Just like with the debut, Volume 4 really excels at showing the importance of Bill Ward to what made Sabbath so unique. Ward was a drummers drummer, a very expressive and fluid performer, who knew how to make even his repetitions stay engaging.

For no matter how heavy and metallic Iommi and Geezer were making a song here, there is Ward playing in a way that is impossible not to groove with. Songs like St. Vitus Dance and Supernaut can be literally danced to on a ballroom floor, both of them are really only "metal" because of the use of distortion on the stringed instruments.

The former even lends itself dangerously close to being useful as a Cabaret. Even though Master Of Reality is considered a classic, I think the band hit a songwriting low on it, and it can be argued that was because of the workload. Two albums and 14 original songs, along with shows in just 12 months in bound to burnout any creative team.

After the weak previous effort the band recovered by using some time off and observing the trends of the time to inspire them. While there were lots of bands only hard rock to Sabbath's heavy rock within their vicinity, the Sabbath members grew up with and thus most inspired by artists stylistically as far from the music they would eventually create as one gets.

Considering this is only two years into their pro recording career, not much else existed in the world of heavy rock, so it should not be surprising to hear the outside influences filtering into the songwriting.

Iommi might be the person who invented heavy metal but he grew up idolizing Frank Sinatra, and no one would confuse him with anything metal. Strip away the gain on those amplifiers and then one has to ask how much different is it really? Each member of Sabbath at this point were not just musicians on the job, they were full fledged songwriters, and write what you know describes a writer.

These men wrote what influenced them, and outside of the era rock and roll world was a rising trend of Funk artists.

Music that emphasized upbeat tempos, slick percussive-heavy songs that energized audiences; streamlined but full of energy and fun. Whereas Sabbath had been cold and somber in their previous two artistic creations, this album hearkens back to the debut not just by reestablishing Bill Ward but by being mostly warm and fun.

Seldom choosing to beat you over the head with doom, instead baiting you into grooving out with crafty truly dance-laden patterns. Listen to the long interlude of Wheels Of Confusion or its spellbinding two and a half minute coda, titled The Straightener, for proof how groovy the album lends itself.

The fourth outing by Black Sabbath simply titled Vol. Coming in between their doom metal masterpiece Master Of Reality and the weird but strong step forward Sabbath Bloody Sabbath makes it the overlooked middle child by many a person my age. Obviously plenty still love this one, but it gets a little less light because of that.

Both are rightfully memorable, the former being yet another step into different territory for the band, the latter continuing the doom metal formula they had cemented into the universe.

But Vol. If anything, this foreshadows their upcoming blend of evil and pretty colors that show serious fruition on the next two records.

Not only are the riffs themselves catchy all around, but the variety is executed wonderfully enough to overlook that tiny complaint. You get the point, though. This is a bit of a transitional album that hinted at the weirdness of the next two while still holding the traditional doom candle that came before it.

For their first three releases, Black Sabbath released albums that I always considered to be good enough to get enjoyment out of, and for the many individuals that like the Ozzy era more than I do, it's definitely clear why they would.

This album is the first of the album's that I find to be pretty inexcusable. It's certainly not abysmal This one is a clear and massive step down from all three that came before it. Everyone is in a haze on this album. First, the production is terrible. I'm not sure how you downgrade your production despite two years passing, but they managed it.

Not only that, but the songs seem to have different production values on a track by track basis. Certain tracks bury instruments in the mix, but on other tracks, the same instrument that was buried is suddenly vastly in the forefront. On "Cornucopia," Ward's snare sounds hollow and muffled. Sometimes it barely feels present. Iommi is also masked quite a bit by Geezer and Ozzy. Ozzy's vocals in particular are much cleaner and clearer than the other three.

Now, putting on "Tomorrow's Dream," suddenly Iommi is right there in your ear, Ward's snare is nice and snappy, but now Ozzy sounds like he's distant. Things like this happen all over the album. As songs, both of these songs are pretty standard, yet not noteworthy Sabbath tracks. Ozzy's verse melodies are actually pretty decent and versatile here. The halfway point in the song gives way to an insanely weak segment on all accounts.

Ozzy's shouting isn't really fitting, and Iommi's riff here is very dull. Not one member of the band does anything interesting, and after its short three minute run time, I just shrug and move on.

This is a track that I imagine is for the Ozzy era buffs only. Vitus Dance" is an absolutely awful track. Iommi's intro riff sounds like it belongs in a country song, and while the following riff is a little stronger of a riff that's worthy of Iommi, the song just loops back and forth between them.

This song is like "After Forever's" child, and all of my complaints about that track remain, and only get worse here. It's a disjointed mess of a track, and even a short run time can't make it passable. Then we have "Changes. His voice isn't good enough to fit most heavier songs, let alone an attempt at a ballad where he's the star.

I know it might seem to be easy or cheap to pick on the ballad, but as a power metal fan that enjoys a good deal of cheesy ballads, I can say with the utmost certainty that this song was just a mistake. Iommi's piano work is solid enough, but Ozzy's lack of any kind of range or depth to his singing voice make an attempt at an emotional song feel like a joke.

All is not lost on the album, though! The track is almost good enough to make the rest of the forgettable album worth it. Everyone is coming together to make Sabbath magic for this track. Iommi's riff is just fantastic, and gives a perfect groove. To back it up, Bill Ward, who I usually don't love, gives his verse beats some very tasty snare ghost notes that really improve the rhythm and feel of the song in a subtle way.

Ozzy's vocal style is also very fitting for this track. He actually shows that he very sparingly can have a pretty decent range with the right tune behind him. The quicker tempo part towards the middle-end of the song showcases another of Tony Iommi's mastercraft riffs, and the quick transition gives the song a lot of variety and depth. When the song returns, the small keyboard work keeps that variety pulsing forward. The only other track 'hard' track that I enjoy from this album is "Wheels of Confusion.

The later uptempo part of the song is the most fun for me. Geezer has a great bouncing bass groove keeping the flow up for Iommi to solo over. The track also ends on a fun solo that adds a bit more keys and also a bit of an acoustic guitar to back it. Although both during this ending and on the entirety of "Supernaut," Ward is going way too crazy on his crashes. The constant crashing really ruins any groove or flow from both. Musically, he crafted a song perfectly fitting the name he gave to it.

His lovely acoustic parts along with the equally wonderful orchestration behind it give a perfect image of waking up on a warm morning to a bright sunrise.

No vocals required. Sabbath's fourth release just doesn't have what it takes to cut it. While it remains decent enough to stay afloat, treading water is about the best it can possibly hope to do. This album is not a downright dreadful one, but there's a lot of mediocrity to it, and there's barely anything about this album that Sabbath hadn't already done better on their previous three.

I'll take "Snowblind" and "Laguna Sunrise," and leave the rest. Fortunately, though, the best of the Ozzy era was cresting the horizon of that sunrise. Before I get to the rest of the album, let me state up front that Changes is a fucking abomination, an aural train wreck with absolutely no business being anywhere near a Black Sabbath album. I don't anybody mistaking me for a person that thinks this song has a redeeming feature, or is acceptable for human consumption in any way.

FX is almost as bad. Skip these two "songs" all together. The A side of Volume 4 is as powerful as the one in Paranoid. In some ways, and that is high praise. The washed-out opening blues that introduce the album sounds like waking up in the middle of a siren-scored night in your own coke-ridden excess, and that's the vibe of the album. But in a cinematic sort of way.

It's visceral. Tony Iommi's guitar is mixed way up, which means that you get to hear him at his fiercest. It also means you can barely hear Geezer Butler. Frankly, I'll take that sacrifice, because Iommi is just unbelievable here. Wheels of Confusion and especially Supernaut are the essence of head-banging metal.

His solo in Snowblind is not his best on the record but its as good as most of the solos on here. My opinion for best guitar solo on here belongs to Supernaut.

The driving riff in Under the Sun sounds like galloping down a dark forest trail to the battlefield, and Iommi throws some fun licks into St. Vitus Dance to turn the song into a relatively accessible party shaker.

Its a decent song but not much else really and its too short. I'm not actually sure why Ozzy gets to be on the cover though but it really is a moot point. The riffs on here gets a little much by side two; come to think of it, but not in a bad way and that is the brilliance of Iommi's riffs. The band used this formula on Master of Reality too, and that's a great album. The thing was, the riffs were even better! Snowblind, competent as it is, is sort of a bad sign and by Cornucopia, the songwriting non-finesse is starting to just sound plainly a little worn-out, and not even Ozzy's 'ariiiight!

And the Spanish guitar instrumental Laguna Sunrise, pleasant though it is, sounds too distant from the album, like it was recorded by different people in a different decade in a different part of the world. It's more bizarre than interesting, at least in the context of this album. But overall you need this album.

That is only if you haven't heard it yet but how can that be possible over forty years later. This album needs to be heard and enjoyed.

Long live metal. Many folks seem to think that heavy music, particularly heavy metal music, can only be successfully recorded under conditions of poverty, sorrow and misery to capture the "authentic" vibe of "real music.

Granted, it's not the most consistent of Black Sabbath's early works, and that is saying something considering this is the band who thought Fluff, Solitude, and that super long guitar jam on Warning were good ideas to record for posterity. The song that is practically universally despised is Changes, completely eschewing guitar for a piano approach to all things.

My take: it's not my favorite Sabbath tune or even my favorite Sabbath interlude song from this album that would be Laguna Sunrise , but it's really not that much of a betrayal of Black Sabbath's dismal spirit.

Then there's FX, which is just goddamn awful. The record executives who were concerned the album's working title was a reference to cocaine should have been more concerned that there was a two minute waste of time consisting of lousy guitar effects as the fourth track of the album.

Nonetheless, people come to Black Sabbath for the heavy, and the riffs; and sweet creamy Jesus raping both Satan and Prophet Muhammed does this album have both of those in spades! Some of these tracks are some of the greatest creations that Black Sabbath came up with.

Do not just listen to Snowblind when you get this album. Don't get me wrong, Snowblind fucking owns, but I'm not entirely sure why that was the only live staple to come from this album. Supernaut was hailed by Frank Zappa of all people as the greatest rock riff of all time. It's up there that's for damn sure, one of Tony Iommi's finest fretted feats. Bill Ward is also praised for his drum soloing on this song, but I honestly don't hear it. I do hear a damn fine, even funky beat around , but no soloing.

But the real highlights of Volume 4 are the first and last tracks. These are doom metal epics of the highest, pure uncut Colombian caliber. I'm not really sure how this one got forgotten in the mists of time, but seminars could and should be run on this song alone. Wheels of Confusion starts off with a brief swinging blues shuffle before descending into a concrete brick factory at 20 seconds in.

Specifically a factory that drops concrete bricks on the heads of those who believe in false metal. You can practically see Ozzy Osbourne, adorned in white frills, raising both his arms in peace signs in time to the artillery fire rhythm, demanding the venue audience do the same, and will likely tell them to clap their hands not two seconds later.

You better clap those hands dammit, it's good arm training to help you lift, brah. The first sixth Black Sabbath albums are quintessential. As the title suggests, this is the fourth. Do the math. From the first note of 'Wheels of Confusion', one instantly knows that the groaning blast of 'Master of Reality' had been replaced by something very different, infinitely more sprawling and relaxed and optimistic, though distant and booming nonetheless.

The rest of that song at 8 minutes, it's a challenging choice for an opener does nothing to point back to the grim trudge that the band had already pioneered and, concrete-heavy guitar aside, sticks closer to the stereotypical spirit of the 70s than Sabbath ever would again.

Although it's clear to see that all of Black Sabbath's early works shifted around from style to style and experiment to experiment, 'Vol.

Pleased with cocaine and dazzled by the sights and sounds of sunny America, the four Brits would seem to have lost some of the gritty determination captured from Birmingham's steel factories and replaced it with other ideas about being groovy, or soulful, or just blissing out in an instrumental haze.

There are a ton of ideas here, not least the fuzzy bounce of 'Tomorrow's Dream' and 'Supernaut', the folkily atmospheric 'St Vitus Dance' and blissed out 'Laguna Sunrise', or the jam freedom of the long opener. Then there are those other questionable ideas, like 'Changes' and 'FX', as well as the rather more familiar drudgery of 'Cornucopia' and 'Under the Sun', which would have fitted onto either of the two previous albums.

However well or poorly this range of styles accords with one's idea of Black Sabbath, it does cause the slight issue that 'Vol. The objective success and subjective legacy of these songs are rather difficult things to measure, though come down to the musicians responsible for their creation, and the balance or imbalance between them.

In the first place, Tony Iommi really drives this album with his guitar playing, throwing down the mood and content of most of these songs before his bandmates have their say.

Of course, Bill Ward also has his drum solo on 'Supernaut', though it's the exception that proves the rule, since the song breathes while the percussion rattles about, before Iommi picks up the riff again and the song lurches forward once more. Ward has the slight burden of soft bass drums to contend with, though for one shouldn't expect too much aggression to come from the kit: at this primitive stage of hard rock and metal, the drummer himself was the main source of energy, yet Ward is a little restrained on many of these songs, perhaps lending them their subtler edge compared to previous Sabbath efforts.

Geezer Butler gets his bass into the stomach chamber on many of the songs, really coming into his own on the slower, rumbling songs, but also complementing Iommi's double-tracked guitar on the more spacious 'Snowblind' and 'Wheels of Confusion'. Ozzy Osbourne isn't nearly as revelatory as 'Paranoid' saw him, actually behaving far more conventionally than one would expect or desire: considering that his ability is far outweighed by his charisma, it's disappointing that he doesn't have much chance to sound like he's forecasting the end of the world, while he struggles to match the more free-spirited direction that his bandmates had set out on.

What all this results in is a Black Sabbath less well-defined that they were prior to this album, which ultimately pointed the way forward for the rest of the decade. Dipping into the warm textures of 'Laguna Beach' would have been unthinkable a year earlier - even naming a song 'Laguna Beach' would have been unthinkable - but 'Vol. In my view certainly not the best release from the band, this album seems more like a stepping stone from Sabbath's initial template of heavy metal to a different, if hardly less important, phase of their career - a necessary step towards growing up.

Black Sabbath's fourth album 'Vol. Heavy fucking music in this case. On 'Vol. Iommi's now very heavy guitar mixed with the fact that the band was recording this album in Los Angeles first time recording an album outside the UK, if I remember correctly , and were pretty much high on cocaine throughout the whole process, gave this album an atmosphere that was different from the one experienced on any of the three previous albums.

The song progresses from a very emotional intro to a bad ass and memorable main-riff. Ozzy's voice is also getting stronger and is becoming a vital ingredient to the Sabbath sound.

The song then breaks into a faster section where Iommi is shredding a bit before returning to the main-riff again, and finally the second half of the song "The Straightener" kicks in. A long, awesome instrumental piece that showcases the amazing dexterity of Iommi's guitar-skills.

This is the catchiest and most memorable bit of the whole album and definitely one of the stand-out moments in this great band's career, in my opinion. So awesome! Sabotage Technical Ecstasy Never Say Die! Heaven And Hell Mob Rules Born Again Seventh Star The Eternal Idol Headless Cross Feels Good To Me - Single. Tyr Sign up Log in. Web icon An illustration of a computer application window Wayback Machine Texts icon An illustration of an open book. Books Video icon An illustration of two cells of a film strip.

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