


One would imagine that this one spews misunderstood paradoxes from its first beats, something that only the greats can brag about inexcusably. It looks like the “lost” seventh album that could have been released after Sabotage and before Technical Ecstasy. The songs are clickbait and look powerfully promising.

I seriously want to believe that this album should never have existed.įirst of all, reading the song titles makes me imagine a powerful potpourri of things. It is not remotely decent and it's insulting to compare this with its "predecessor" The Devil You Know, so let's see the indisputable reasons that tell us about a record as significantly usable as predictable that led them to this sad farewell. But seriously speaking and beyond the cheesy quibbles, those hair metal albums are far better than this. No, this is not better than Forbidden or Seventh Star or Technical Ecstasy, albums that at least were honest and faithfully reflected the musical inspiration that the God Iommi was directing with his golden strings. I can't help but conclude that the balance is quite unfavorable and to be honest, this is the worst Black Sabbath album ever recorded, even worse than Never Say Die, their weakest album in the entire normal period before they split up in 2006. There has been said much about this album and before entering the bowels of it, I have the duty to summarize, invariably, how 13 is a work that could have been better and how it could easily end up being infinitely worse.
