BLACK SABBATH: SEVENTH STAR (1986)
1) In For The Kill; 2) No
Stranger To Love; 3) Turn To Stone; 4) Sphinx (The Guardian); 5) Seventh Star;
6) Danger Zone; 7) Heart Like A Wheel; 8) Angry Heart; 9) In Memory.
We should not really take as an excuse that bit
of historical trivia which says that Seventh
Star was not supposed to be a «Black Sabbath» album, and that the decision
to present it as such was thrust upon Tony by his management, in a publicity
move that was even more dishonest than with Born Again (at least Born
Again featured three original members of Black Sabbath — Seventh Star features one) and introduced a new brand of
linguistic euphemism into the world: «Band X
featuring artist Y» = «Artist Y who used to be in band X».
We should not take it as an excuse, not because
somebody had the gall to discredit and dishonor a sacred brand, but simply
because «that which we call a turd by any other name would smell as sweet».
Wait, did I say «turd»? I meant to say Seventh
Star, an album that introduces formerly great musical guy Tony Iommi to the
pleasures of generic mid-Eighties pop metal and, along with Alice Cooper's Constrictor, has to count as one of the
year's hugest disappointments, and a good reminder to all of us how those years
used to bring out all the worst in rock dinosaurs, as the softer ones embraced
adult contemporary and the harder ones were swallowed up in hair metal.
Yes, after the eventual and inevitable
implosion of the Gillan-fronted version of Black Sabbath, whereupon, for a few
years, it was thought that the band had finally been done in for good, Tony did
really want to make a solo album, and Don Arden did persuade him that sales
would be higher if it were billed as a «Black Sabbath» release. In any case,
Black Sabbath did already go through three different incarnations, where Tony
and Geezer were the only constant links, and with the advent of Dio and Gillan
as full-time lyricists Geezer's role in the band was steadily diminishing away,
so it could be said that in 1986 Tony Iommi was
Black Sabbath, de-facto. And is Seventh
Star really so different? If
albums like Paranoid, Heaven And Hell, and Born Again are all Black Sabbath —
despite sporting such different musical ideologies — why not Seventh Star? It's a heavy metal album,
after all, little doubt about that.
A horrible one, though. Iommi's riffs, already
quite questionable for the past decade, are not getting any better, whereas the
production and commercial orientation are getting much worse. The Dio and
Gillan-era records still had some «shock value» to them: doom-laden and
snarling with Ronnie, as Mephistopheles went on the prowl, «drunk-evil» with
Ian, as Mephistopheles settled down in a pub with a black eye, whining about
how life's tough and all. These
songs, however, with a few minor exceptions, are completely user-friendly:
singalong arena-rockers and power ballads that owe as much to Journey and Bob
Seger as they do to classic Sabbath, if not more. Yes, I guess Tony wanted to
try something new for a change, but I just have to wonder how the heck a guy
whose art was formerly in such stark opposition to «user-friendliness» could
allow himself to be duped into adopting this stylistics? Not that he was the
only one, and it is also true that, with heavy metal gradually gaining
mainstream acceptance, the values were being compromised regardless of one's
intent, but still, ʽNo Stranger To Loveʼ? Gimme a break.
The other
cause for running and hiding is the backing band. The drummer, Eric Singer, was
from Lita Ford's band (later on, he would join KISS and become really famous). The bassist, Dave Spitz,
looked like a spitz, was nicknamed ʽThe Beastʼ, and went on to join Great
White. The keyboard player was Geoff Nicholls, who had originally played on
the Dio-era albums and was brought back for his ability to master the
synthesizer (so he is responsible for all the stuffy, plastic-soulful overdubs
on the record). And the singer — oh God! — was Glenn Hughes.
Now since we are on the subject, let me make
this remark: there seems to be a very important, very crucial difference
between «power metal» singers like Dio (or Iron Maiden's Bruce Dickinson, for
instance) and Glenn Hughes (or David Coverdale, both of which were known to
converge upon and destroy Deep Purple in the mid-1970s). From a certain point
of view, they do more or less the same things — present the closest possible
approximation to an «opera singer» in a heavy rock context; but since they are
not actually «opera singers», the
effect is corny and laughable unless they compensate by making their voice echo
the brutality of the music. Dio and Dickinson do that all right, but Glenn
Hughes just sounds like a pompous windbag, and now that the pomp is laid right over
the lifeless Eighties production, the effect is unbearable.
A few of these songs could have been okay in a
different world — ʽIn For The Killʼ, despite the unimaginative title that
Budgie had already exploited in a much better way, has a hell-raising machine-gun
hard riff; the 12-bar blues ʽHeart Like A Wheelʼ is surprisingly effective for
a band that almost never does 12-bar blues (similar to the manneristic,
over-expressive, and sometimes uunintentionally parodic style of Gary Moore,
but with Tony's dark metal preferences redeeming the atmosphere a bit); and
ʽTurn To Stoneʼ is at least fast, breaking up the mind-numbing depression of
crap metal ballads like ʽNo Stranger To Loveʼ and the title track (oh,
actually, the title track tries to be some sort of stately mystical anthem à la ʽKashmirʼ, but with that production
and Geoff Nicholls' rather pathetic attempt at incorporating a mid-Eastern
flavor, it doesn't have much in the way of competition).
But ultimately, there is no sense trying to
rescue and remedy any of these tracks in your imagination, unless one day
somebody actually does that in real life. So there are only two further remarks
to accompany the unfortunate thumbs down: (a) apparently, there is a 2-CD deluxe edition of this bunch of crap
(actually, the second disc is just a recording of a 1986 live show, with Ray
Gillen replacing Hughes; but still, the word «deluxe» shouldn't be caught dead
near the title of this album); (b) the oh-so-1986 video for ʽNo Stranger To
Loveʼ is notorious for featuring a slightly younger Tasha Yar from Star Trek TNG — naturally, with the
requisite big hair, so if you're a fan of Star Trek (or a fan of big hair), you
should probably check it out. Actually, they all have big hair in the video. It's a good thing Tony's was always
a bit curly by itself — he's the only guy in the band to mostly keep his own.
Tony looks almost embarrassed on that cover photo...
ReplyDeleteIs there any *good* 1986 record from any major 60s/70s performer?
ReplyDeleteThere was Peter Gabriel's "So" -- a relatively-disappointing follow-up to "Melt" and "Security", but definitely on the level of "Car".
ReplyDeleteSkylarking is technically made by a 70's band, but I don't know that that really counts. Other than that, Graceland is pretty good. I was sure I'd be able to put a Tom Waits album here, but while he bookended 1986, he didn't release an album that year.
ReplyDeleteHoo boy, I remember picking this lp up with a Hound Dog Taylor record and an early Budgie best of (hmm 3rd mention of those Welsh chaps in this review). At least two out of three platters were worth my dough. I barely made it through 'In For The Kill' before taking the needle off and shelving the thing for a nearly a decade.
ReplyDelete..........& speaking of Budgie's 'In For The Kill', well, I'll wait 'till you get to your review of "13"
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