So, as you do, I listened to Blizzard Of Ozz from stem to stern for the 1st time in 40 years today. This album that was once decried by pearl clutching parents and 80s Evangelicals as the embodiment of undiluted evil and a one way hell fire aural ticket to eternal teenage damnation is ridiculously upbeat and life affirming in retrospect. I Don't Know let's the world know that The Oz Man may have been down for a bit, but by God, he's not out. Oh, and here's my new best buddy, Randy Rhodes. You're welcome. Crazy Train decries the atomized fractured existence of Cold War modernity but over arches with a message of hope and community. Plus it's got a catchy beat and you can dance to it. Suicide Solution warns against the pitfalls and dangers of booze. Dee is a JS Bach inspired adroit frolic across the fretboard gifted to us by Mr Rhodes on a solo flight of fancy. Goodbye To Romance strives to channel The Beatles at their most winsome and harpsichordic. Mr. Crowley summons the doomy pipe organ side of Bach and tells the tale of everyone's favorite Theosophist. Revelation (Mother Earth) speaks of Mother Earth (duh), The Good Lord above her, the humans upon her and the symbiotic dance we all weave together. Toss in a couple of filler tracks, No Bone Movies and Steal Away The Night and you've got yourself an album that holds up 4 decades on. Maybe it was the sinister tritone shifts, goat head and crosses schtick or heavy black eyeliner that scared the normies?