Ozzy Osbourne is no more. It hardly seems possible. He was one of those iconic rock characters who appeared indestructible. He was the self-styled Prince of Darkness, the original heavy metal horrormeister, the hard-drinking, drug-snorting, bat-biting manic clown who practically invented the iconography of music’s darkest genre with his predilection for capes, crosses and tattoos. In his prime, he was rock’s most lunatic frontman, whose unpredictable behaviour brought a lunatic edge to the sinister sonic aggression of his band Black Sabbath.
In later years, when over-indulgence had taken a toll on his health and old age and infirmity restricted his scope for nonsense, he rose again with a comic charm that emphasised the humour that has always lurked beneath metal’s posturing Guignol. And somehow, in the process, one of rock’s most notorious monsters became a beloved household family favourite. He was absolutely one of a kind: unafraid to be ridiculous, inherently funny, and absolutely in love with music.
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