THE OZMAN, DUMBETH
If, like many another overwhelmed consumer, you've let press releases and quickly scanned reviews decide the Ozzy issue for you, you've probably dismissed him as an obnoxious lout, a buffoon who plays and postures in that musical genre that was once the outrageous soundtrack for teen rebellion but has long since become as familiar and comfy as an old shoe, that highly ritualized and safe-as-milk format for containing discontent, overweight metal.
March 1, 1984