Bite The Bat (Ozzy Tribute)

70’s British metal, raw, minimal, lo-fi, Male vocals in the style of early Ozzy from Sabbath’s 1970–1971 era, Vocal tone should be clean, slightly nasal, and haunting like a sorrowful chant, Avoid aggressive, gritty, The voice should sound hypnotized, spaced-out, and detached, like a ghost telling a doomed prophecy, Inspired by songs like ‘Iron Man, ’ and ‘Planet Caravan, Slow to mid-tempo doom-laden heavy metal instrumental in the style of early Metal (1970–1973), featuring downtuned guitars with fuzzy distortion, blues-influenced riffs in minor and diminished scales, thunderous Geezer-style basslines, haunting and dramatic Iommi-style guitar solos, and raw analog-style drums with big toms and heavy ride cymbals, Dark, occult atmosphere with a spooky and cinematic feel, inspired by songs ‘N, I, B, ’ and ‘War Pigs, ’ No modern effects or synths, just pure early Sabbath doom

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BITE THE BAT! BLACK BLOOD SPILLS! SCREAMIN’ MAD FROM THE SABBATH HILLS! RAZOR WINGS IN A LEATHER SKY, OZZY LIVES! HE’LL NEVER DIE! Crawled from a crypt with a snarl in his throat, Chain-smoked vocals and a crucifix coat, Fangs in his grin, dead eyes in the crowd, Madman’s metal, screamed too loud! Birmingham sewer-blood in his veins, Riding the Crazy Train, pissed on the tamed, Snorted ants with a bastard’s pride, Woke the devil, then kissed his bride! Nail the dove to the radio tower, Piss on the preacher, piss on the power! BITE THE BAT! BRAINSTEM BREAK! MOUTHFUL OF NIGHTMARE, NECK TO THE SNAKE! CRUCIFIED TO A MAUSOLEUM WALL, OZZY’S GONE! BUT THAT’S NOT ALL! Shuffled like death, a true legend not a myth, He screamed like a banshee, loud as a witch, Dripping with rot, and Barked At The Moon, Godfather freak of the funeral tune. Stage was a coffin, the crowd was his prey, Chewed on the chaos and spat it away, Lobotomized crooners can’t touch his spell, He pissed off God now he’s headlining Hell! Burn the wings, the freak still flies, Snorts up fame and shits out lies, Mama, I’m comin’ home to war, With demon riffs and blood on the floor… BITE THE BAT! SKULLS COLLIDE! BARK AT THE MOON, NO PLACE TO HIDE! IRON JAWS IN A PSYCHO MOSH PIT, OZZY’S NAME! WE’LL NEVER QUIT! He bit the bat… and the world bit back… But Ozzy smiled… and laughed in black…

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