Like many thousands of rock lovers out there, I am currently basking in the glow of the new Black Sabbath long player. LP seems an outdated term for album these days, yet entirely appropriate for the nature of release here. ’13‘ chugs out of the speakers on a veritable river of riffs, Iommi toiling over his strings like a magician weaving a mesmerising spell. Osbourne never sounded so assured, back where he belongs, whilst Butler and Wilks power the engine room with guile, subtlety and a craft that presents a multi layered facet to some awe inspiring songs. I can’t weigh up which track I like the best and it seems churlish to single one out when the whole experience is so sumptuous. A feast for even the weariest of metal-lovers ears, and a confirmation that there is a god after all, even if it is a dark overlord of molten doom. Fantastiche!
Back on planet earth, I’ve been continuing the final tale of the Wolves of Winter. The pack are now separated in their search for the would-be assassin of King Stephen. Torbad heads for the dales, whilst Rulnik and Yanuk chase down leads in the capital. Will they be able to uncover the plot of regicide before the King’s wedding day? All this and more will be answered when The Wolves of Winter hits your kindle later this year.
Up the elves!