On Thursday 26 January, the Leeds Arena had Black Sabbath on as part of their ‘final’ tour. Her Ladyship has been a fan of early Sabbath since the beginning, but having listened to some recent concert recordings she reckoned that Ozzy would have been too embarrassing so didn’t want her fond memories scarred by going. So we didn’t.
So, coincidentally, Yorkshire’s No 1 Sabbath tribute act (their words) were at the Duck and Drake so we gave them a go.
They were there early, set up and soundchecked at about 8.50 pm. The vocalist started up and we turned to each other with that ‘ Am I imagining this?’ look. He was singing in a completely different key to what his bandmates were playing. The Clash sprang to mind, ‘Should I stay or should I go?’. The beer was good, as always, so we decided to wait for the gig proper.
But it was much of the same. It was so bad Her Ladyship was crying with laughter. It really was so spectacularly off-key we were wondering if it could have been a deliberate Les Dawson-like display.
We have seen some pretty awful people on various stages over the decades but even a day later I am still wondering how they have got t-shirts, a website and loads of (admittedly shit-faced) people cheering and singing along.
And for those out there who are of the ‘If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all’ mindset, the musicians were fine. They seemed to play all the right notes and played with much enthusiasm. The singer was hugely enthusiastic but it needs to be pointed out that his singing was as flat as Mother Teresa’s baps. Surely his bandmates must hear it? (And no ‘problem with monitor’ excuse please).
Nothing would have pleased me more to have been able to post a glowing review but I am not going to be disingenuous.
Update. 8 Feb 2017. Bass player has decided to leave.