Black Sab­bath

The End Of The End

Classic Rock - - The Hard Stuff - dave Ever­ley

Brum­mie icons’ grand farewell, on stage and off. Black Sab­bath’s tu­mul­tuous, tri­umphant 50-year jour­ney fi­nally reached its end ear­lier this year with a bit­ter­sweet home­town show at the old Birm­ing­ham NEC. The End Of The End, one part con­cert film, one part doc­u­men­tary, cap­tures that liv­ing wake. The big-bud­get live footage cap­tures the tan­gi­ble lev­els of emo­tion swirling around the band and the au­di­ence (any­one who thinks they never need to hear War Pigs again should clock the ti­tanic ver­sion here). There’s gold in the off-stage footage: Ozzy blast­ing a har­mon­ica on a re­hearsal room blast through The Wiz­ard, or the band mus­ing on their friend­ship with es­tranged drum­mer Bill Ward.

“Well, chaps, thanks for com­ing,” Ozzy tells Tony Iommi and Geezer But­ler at the death of it all. “Now fuck off.” If they re­ally are dead and gone, this makes a fine head­stone.

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