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The current Black Sabbath reunion has been star-crossed almost from the
start. Original members Ozzy Osbourne, Tony Iommi, Geezer Butler, and
Bill Ward staged a splashy press conference in November 2011 to
announce a tour and a Rick Rubin-produced album, but the mood quickly
soured. Subsequent months brought a lymphoma diagnosis for guitarist
and sole consistent member Iommi, a contract dispute involving
drummer Ward, high-profile gigs with a fill-in behind the kit, and, finally,
the eyebrow-raising news that the comeback LP-- the first full studio
record to involve more than two members of Sabbath 1.0 since 1983's
Ozzy-less Born Again-- would feature Rage Against the
Machine and Audioslave drummer Brad Wilk. The peanut gallery
snarked; fans despaired.
As sturdy as 13's songs are, the album's signature feature might be its
pervasive jamminess. Sabbath were never much for the drawn-out
grandstanding of Zeppelin, but they did begin life as a blues band on the
nightly grind. The group flaunts those roots constantly on 13, in the
process spotlighting the partnership that's always been Sabbath's heart
and soul: the Iommi/Butler tandem. During triumphant instrumental
breakdowns in "End of the Beginning" and "God Is Dead?", the guitarist
and bassist braid together like a heavy-metal Garcia and Lesh, forming a
single mercurial mass. Iommi indulges in his share of well-deserved
guitar-heroism throughout the record-- most notably on the exuberantly
bluesy "Damaged Soul"-- but with Butler shadowing him, these so-called
solos feel more like hive-mind communions. It doesn't hurt that the bass
tone on 13 is extraordinary-- one of the fattest and most gut-churning that
Butler has achieved on record.
Offsetting that blood-brother harmony is the odd man out behind the kit.
The stiff unaccompanied drum intro to "Age of Reason" is just one of
many reminders here that Wilk comes from an entirely different school,
not to mention generation, than his collaborators. While Rage Against the
Machine owed Iommi a significant debt in the riff department, that band's
rhythmic orientation had far more to do with crisp funk than blues-based
hard rock. (To find a truly sympathetic sub for 13, Rubin and the band
might have looked to the contemporary doom-metal demimonde, home of
drummers like Eyehategod's Joey LaCaze, who specialize in the grimy
ooze that powered early Sabbath.) Often, as on the triplet-feel verse
section of "Live Forever", Wilk sounds like he's trying hard not to mess
up. And he doesn't, exactly, but something is lost in the effort. Bill Ward's
genius was that he never seemed to care about meeting an objective
standard of precision. The early Sabbath drum tracks are riddled with
what could technically be described as flubs; they also feature some of the
most exhilaratingly earthy percussion rock'n'roll has ever seen.
In the end, 13 isn't what every Sabbath die-hard dreamed it might be: a
true pick-up-where-they-left-off comeback for the group's founding
quartet. But the record does belong in the view of every metalhead-- not
just because such a seminal band still deserves obligatory props, but
because, imperfections aside, the record embodies the kernel of the
original Sabbath idea. That chilling crawl, that low-slung death-blues
groove that seemed to come out of nowhere back in 1970, persists here in
all its ominous potency, sounding out like an admonition of a genre that's
grown increasingly overcalculated and gridlike during the ensuing 40
years, trading tortured humanity for robotic precision. Though fans may
resent Black Sabbath for not resolving their personal differences more
gracefully, one can't deny the pull of that existential outcry as channeled
into what we now know as heavy metal. Their frames might be rusted, but
these iron men still walk