Opener ‘Straight To Hell’ combines pummelling power chords with Ozzy’s fabulously daft warning, “ I’ll make you scream / I’ll make you defecate!”, which is understandably enough followed by a Dracula-style guffaw. There are plenty more Sabbath-style belters where that came from, though the theatrics are often played for laughs. Yet it is undeniably moving when he alludes to the fallen friends (the ghost of Motörhead’s Lemmy Kilmister haunts the track) he has outlived: “All my friends are waiting for me…”
By the time a roaring guitar solo blows him away, it’s clear that Ozzy Osbourne – if there was any doubt – does not fear the reaper. Indeed, ‘Goodbye’, far from being a maudlin meditation on impending doom, is a Black Sabbath-style hard rock banger on which the iron-voiced icon conjures up images of his own funeral and sneers at sentimentality: “Replace me now I’m gone / Black dresses, black roses / The world keeps turning on”. NME recently visited him at his Los Angeles mansion, where he hilariously held court and, when asked about those spooky song titles, simply shrugged: “I always write my best songs about death.”
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You will know by now that 71-year-old Ozzy Osbourne, a man who has lived more lives than a cat with a crack habit and a motorcycle license, who has outlived countless rock’n’roll peers and who hails from an era of excess that now seems completely alien, recently revealed that he’s been diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. He’s a fucking good laugh, you know? And his uproarious 12th solo album, ‘Ordinary Man’, finds him cackling in the face of the Grim Reaper.ĭeath stalks the tracklist: ‘Today Is The End’, ‘Under The Graveyard’ and – perhaps most ominously of all – ‘Goodbye’. That’s because his love of all things ghoulish has always been more about escapism – his darkly delicious tunes raise a goblet to life’s absurdities. He’s macabre – obsessed with death, horror, skulls, skeletons, blood and carnage – but the Prince of Darkness has always been too infatuated with life itself to wallow in the prospect of shuffling off this mortal coil.
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