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Black Sabbath Vol. 4 (Vertigo, 1972)

Recorded during the sweaty summer of ’72, this album is about George Carlin’s arrest, las manos de Duran, the band’s crippling fear that the finished product would be compared to Led Zep IV, Kareem being a dutiful soldier on the Bucks but longing to come to the coast, Stevie Wonder absolutely ruling, Angela Davis’ acquittal, rotted garbage-person Phyllis Schlafly successfully defeating the Civil Rights Amendment so she could have more time to make her husband a sandwich and tend to the children I guess, Lucky Scott being the overlooked actual backbone of the Super Fly soundtrack, Ziggy playing for time jiving us that we were voodoo, and the sweat coming down Jesse Jackson’s face at Wattstax cuz friends what time is it? NATION TIME.

JK this album is about sweet sweet cocaine.

Thin Lizzy, Fighting (Vertigo, 1975)

Thin Lizzy Fighting 2  I’ve been blessed with plenty of luck, I love blowing up cars, I’m full of anger and beauty and guilt and sorrow and DNA that predisposes me to alcoholism, plus my name is LOGAN, so I don’t need to do much to prove my Irishness to you people on 3/17 or any other day. But there’s never enough Lynott for me in life nor on the Internet so I’ll take any excuse to post him. And because lady record dorks (like the titular character in opening handclappy banger “Rosalie”) and supercool lanky half-Guyanese bass players both tend to get fetishized by people who love music, I swear it’s like Phil and I are forever buddies in the struggle. Happy St. Patrick’s Day, yall.
(Get this record. “Wild One” is the tragic, pretty soundtrack to me riding my horse through a cold Dublin field at night. And “Freedom Song,” about a man named Jack McDuff – but not THAT Jack McDuff, guys – has the loveliest, Thin-Lizziest chord progression you can possibly imagine. Get it.)