Now that the intervals are over, time to get my He-man on with some true He-man tunes, the ‘Masters of Reality‘ album by Black Sabbath.


Honestly, it’s a marvel that I even have this album in my collection seeing as how the guys in high school who liked this band, adorned themselves in the bands three-quarter length concert shirts, and inevitably smelled like gasoline, nicotine and evil, all picked on me mercilessly between classes.  In fact, for years I thought Black Sabbath just sounded like a toilet being flushed and the rushing of water through my ears.

Sad but true.

Fact of the matter is though, it’s a classic.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, of course.

This is the shortest album of Black Sabbath’s glory years, and also their most sonically influential work.  Here Tony Iommi began to experiment with tuning his guitar down three half-steps to C#, producing a sound that was darker, deeper, and sludgier than anything they’d yet committed to record. (This trick was still being copied 25 years later by every metal band looking to push the limits of heaviness, from trendy nu-metallers to Swedish “deathsters” – yes, it’s a thing.)

Much more than that, ‘Master of Reality‘ essentially created multiple metal sub-genres all by itself, laying the sonic foundations for doom, stoner and sludge metal, all in the space of just over half an hour. Classic opener ‘Sweet Leaf‘ certainly ranks as a defining stoner metal song, making its drug references far more overt (and adoring) than the preceding album’s ‘Fairies Wear Boots‘.  The album’s other signature song, ‘Children of the Grave‘, is driven by a galloping rhythm that would later pop up on a slew of Iron Maiden tunes, among many others.  Aside from ‘Sweet Leaf‘, much of this album finds the band displaying a stronger moral sense, in part an attempt to counteract the growing perception that they were Satanists. ‘Children of the Grave‘ posits a stark choice between love and nuclear annihilation, while ‘After Forever’  philosophizes about death and the afterlife in an openly religious (but, of course, superficially morbid) fashion.  And although the alternately sinister and jaunty ‘Lord of This World‘  is sung from Satan’s point of view, he clearly doesn’t think much of his own followers (and neither, by extension, does the band). It’s all handled much like a horror movie with a clear moral message, for example The Exorcist.

Past those four tracks, listeners get sharply contrasting tempos in the rumbling sci-fi tale ‘Into the Void‘, which shortens the distances between the multiple sections of the band’s previous epics.  And there’s the core of the album – all that’s left is a couple of brief instrumental interludes, plus the quiet, brooding loneliness of ‘Solitude‘, a mostly textural piece that frames Osbourne’s phased vocals with acoustic guitars and flutes. But, if a core of five songs seems slight for a classic album, it’s also important to note that those five songs represent a nearly bottomless bag of tricks, many of which are still being imitated and explored decades later.  If there other ‘Paranoid‘  has more widely known songs, the suffocating and oppressive ‘Master of Reality‘ was the Sabbath record that die-hard metalheads took most closely to heart, most likely while flushing the heads of geeks and nerds everywhere.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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