now i am on a park bench outside my office on my lunch break listening to Master of Reality by Black Sabbath because yesterday i started reading John Darnielle’s 33 1/3 book about the record. the book is actually a diary told from the perspective of a teenager in a mental asylum in 1985 and he’s…

If anything, I’d say Ozzy and company have a lot more to do with Gibbs than Rick Rawwssssssss. Sad, depressed, working-class males working their shit out about feeling sad and wanting to be high all the time and sprinkling it with some escapism.

Go watch a Sabbath performance. It’s a bunch of dark hippies (they sorta look like CAN or something on-stage), just fucking playing music. Ozzy banging his head and clapping his hands like a retard is about as theatrical as these dudes get.

And like, I enjoy reading P4Kreviewsreviews and not entirely as a kind of entrance into the mind of a post-hipster or something, but because dude, you got some cool things to say and you’re sincere about stuff which most of the time, works. But there’s a clear just lack of knowledge about music racing through your posts and it’s inexcusable because you don’t seem to care or anything.

Are you using Black Sabbath as the symbol of theatricality and I guess um, performative gestures in rock? Why? How?

Because they’re a metal group? What’s theatrical on ‘Master of Reality’? The song about smoking weed? The songs about like, religion and philosophy and like, existential crises? Sure there’s some Marvel comics style horror junk thrown in there, but they’re a pretty basic, direct hard-rock band.