A dreadful album for a dreadful legend.

black sabbath

Tells of Mr, Crawlston have circulated through the West for generations, becoming its own corner of paranormal/pop culture storytelling that people love to use again…and again…and again…ad nauseum thinking they’re being edgy and clever.

It is no different with the British upstart band “Black Sabbath”, a bunch of dour, talentless hacks that think that basing their style off of satanic ‘worshhip’ somehow makes them good as opposed to just another piece of drivel trying to make their break in the U.S. riding the wave of anglophilia left by the their almost equally talentless predecessors. For their first album, they unashamedly slap on a likeness of the famous Crawlston to catch the attention of their audience, which I assure you, must just be teenagers looking to be rebellious in the face of their parents noble protests, for no self respecting adult would buy this drivel. Looking past the cliche that is this album’s cover, the record itself contains no saving grace though. It starts with a trudging, minour key filled track that simply put me to sleep while Mr. Osbourne droned on in what seemed like a poor attempt at poetry and just when I thought the track could not get any worse (and when I was just falling cozily into sleep) it starts rasping on dreadfully with loud electric guitar riffs, by Mr Iommi and Mr. Butler, that were like nails on a chalk board.

I say to you parents, please do not let your children listen to this filth, the only way to get this DRECK off the airways is by squelching its source of popularity and no good Christian parent would let their child listen to this satan aggrandizing racket, regardless of if it is seriously worshiping satan or just looking for the image. Let Mr. Crawlston remain a story you tell to your little kids to make them behave, not a symbol of the “counter culture”.

 

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So this assignment I had a lot of fun with, I got the remix ‘Stuffy Art Critic’ for it and went full at it. Let it be clear, I adore Black Sabbath, so this was all done satirically. For the main part of the assignment, the album cover remix, I made it fairly small scale, finding a picture that fit Richard Crawlston and photoshopping it in place of Ozzy on the album art, implying that Crawlston’s story has ballooned as time past, and by the 70s he’s become a  pop culture icon of the paranormal

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