a minor sabbath
to accompany episode 38 of Mix Feelings , part of Firefly Frequencies . For Ozzy. Has he lost his mind? Can he see, or is he blind?
That’s how it begins. A stutter, a stumble, a cracked open mouth from which language falls, no longer words but war cries, half-formed prophecies, fragments of distortion. What happens when the major language gets warped by the noise of the oppressed, the damned, the refuse? What happens when a solo tears through grammar like a chainsaw through doctrine? This is a minor sabbath where in the thick haze of minor literature, a minor mix, is detuned and fed through a blown amp. The minor is not a genre. It is not a theme. It is an operation. Robot minds of robot slaves / Lead them to atomic rage . It is the scream of the subjugated ripping through the correct usage of the master’s tongue. The minor begins when a minority hacks the major language – not to mimic it, but to melt it down, like iron into a new riff. In Sabbath’s lyrical apocalypse, English is not ...