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Well, Aja's off galavanting through Europe and I'm stuck here with bad allergies, doing all her work for her. Where does she get off?

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Thursday Bloody Thursday

God, How I Love Black Sabbath.

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Well, Aja's off galavanting through Europe and I'm stuck here with bad allergies, doing all her work for her. Where does she get off? Nah, it's cool. She deserves a vacation. But, it does make me busy as shit, leaving little time for blogging. But I had to get on here real quick-like and proclaim my love for Black Sabbath's 1974 album Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, which I've been blasting all day. (My boss Mark Fefer shares a wall with me and I noticed he has his door shut. Too much metal for him, I guess.) I bought Sabbath Bloody Sabbath when I was a teenager and hated it compared to their masterful stoner anthem Vol. 4. But I kept it anyway and am so glad I did. When Tony Iommi rips open the title track with that goddamn heavy chainsaw guitar of his, it's pure metal ecstasy. Then, there's a breakdown mid-song that lumbers along like early TAD riffs. Heavy! Ok, that's it...back to work for me.

 
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