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THE BAND
- Ozzy Osbourne - Vocals
- Tony Iommi - Guitar
- Geezer Butler - Bass
- Bill Ward - Drums
- Adam Wakeman - Keyboards
CONCERT PHOTOS
You can view the photo gallery for this concert
here.
TOUR REVIEWS & REMARKS
From: "cas dylewski"
Subject: Ozzfest 2004 Tour Stuff- Burgettstown, PA concert review/Post-Gazette
Pavilion
Date sent: Sun, 29 Aug 2004 09:03:02 -0400
Don''t know if this review is a little late
in the game, as there are only a few dates left for Ozzfest, but here
goes. On the second stage, the bands that impressed me were Lamb of God,
Hatebreed, God Forbid, and Devildriver. The rest may have been viable, but
for whatever reasons, they started to sound the same. On the main stage
BLS did a nice job, though Zakk's vocals seemed a little sub-par.
Superjoint Ritual sucked. They were noisy for the sake of being noisy.
Philip Anselmo remarked that this was the worst crowd he'd ever played in
front of. Mind you, it was about 87 degrees, with about 90% humidity, and
we were in the thick of things at the 2nd stage for about 7 hours already.
We were hot, tired, and nearly out-of-gas, so to speak. Dimmu Borgir were
good musicians, but me personally, I could do without all of the
theatrics, and gimmicks. Slayer were very good. They are always
consistent, and high-energy. Judas Priest were very impressive. Rob
Halford still has the pipes!
Now Sabbath. Ozzy was there and was having
a difficult time singing, because of the bronchitis. The rest of the band
appeared agitated, as well. Ozzy was way out of tune with the songs to a
point at which it made the band sound the same way. Not a great Sabbath
show like the '99 reunion tour, IMO. Tried to keep this review short, and
to the point, so forgive me for any omissions. Hope this helps out anybody
who is going to the last couple of shows.
From: "Andrew Falsetti"
Subject: Review- Pittsburgh August 28
Date sent: Sun, 29 Aug 2004 14:09:21 -0400
Rather than give an in depth review, I
would just like to make a few comments about Ozzfest in Pittsburgh 2004.
I was fortunate enough to see Sabbath from
the mosh pit. I cannot say enough about it- it was incredible! The only
downside was that only eight songs were performed- no Snowblind or Sweet
Leaf this time out. The band sounded fantastic- Bill, Geezer and Tony were
all great.
But it was Ozzy who really blew me away. The last two Ozzfests, Ozzy
seemed a bit down. We were his first stop after he learned Sharon had
cancer, and last year he told the crowd one of his long-time roadies had
just died. But his year, he was better than ever. He had a smile on his
face the whole time. He was jumping and running around a lot, and didn't
seem to relying on the teleprompter much at all. I would really have to
say that Ozzy seemed to be joyous. The guy was completely pitch-perfect
95% of the time, and his voice was strong.
I thought it was important to write this to put in my two cents about a
lot of the Ozzy bashing that goes on on this sight. I saw Sabbath in '86
on the Seventh Star tour, and I'm sorry, there is no comparison. I think
it's great to appreciate Sabbath's entire catalog and Tony's body of work,
but to even think any of the other front men is even in the same league is
a joke. I was 15 feet from the guy last night, and I assure you, there was
no perfect Ozzy sound-alike in the wings doing his vocals as some have
suggested. The guy is 55 years old and almost died 6 months ago. He is
still the greatest. Come out on the closet, Ozzy lovers, it's O.K! There
is only one Sabbath: Ozzy, Tony, Geezer and Bill. Long may they rock!
From: Ron Cybulskie
Subject: Ozzfest Pittsburgh Fan Review
Date sent: Tue, 31 Aug 2004 12:26:44 -0400
Showed up at the Post Gazette Pavilion
around 2pm. The day was stiflingly hot and unbearably humid. So after
checking out the vendors for a spell, we basically spent the remainder of
the afternoon trying to stay out of the sun and out of earshot of the
horrible cacophony of nu-metal bullshit (Fuck you, Hatbread!!) coming from
the second stage (while sipping tentatively at our piss-warm, skunky
Rolling Rocks).
Then six o1clock. And Slayer. Hangover disappears. Tired legs and
blistered feet find new strength. I found myself in the center of the
crowd, banging my freakin1 head right off while air-guitaring and
screaming 3On and on South of Heaven!². Bliss. Beer is flowing like a
river of blood. The uncomfortable heat is gone, replaced by a drunken,
sweaty, speed-rifferama induced euphoria (NOT the Anthrax kind,
either?we1re talkin1 fucking SLAYER!!) that hasn1t been felt since the
second leg of the Reign in Blood tour, all those long years ago!
Slayer ends. More beer. Then Judas Priest. I1ve never been a huge fan, but
the songs I like are worth seeing. Some of the others are kinda dull.
Still, overall worth seeing.
Dark now. I turn my head left and see an orange full moon hovering in the
thick night air. To my right, storm clouds gather, periodically
illuminated by lightning. Oddly, I hear no thunder. There has been talk
around the venue all day that Ozzy is ill and won1t be performing. Two
nights prior, Rob Halford had to fill in?the old boy1s bronchitis had
gotten the better of him. There is a nervous tension in the crowd as we
watch the riggers scaling the ladders flanking the enormous Black Sabbath
curtain that covers the stage. Minutes pass like hours. Is he here? He HAS
to be here. Halford is good, but...
"I can1t hear you motherfuckers!!!"
The crowd erupts.
"Are you ready to go fucking crazy!!!"
Three enormous silhouettes appear on the stage curtain. The one in the
center keeps getting bigger and smaller as he paces backward and forward.
A siren begins to howl. The crowd is ecstatic. The curtain opens as the
first chords of War Pigs explode from the PA!! Ozzy is running back and
forth, jumping up and down, clapping his hands, banging his head and
working the crowd into a frenzy like a 25-year old! I1ve NEVER seen him
look so good! Whoever rehabbed him after his ATV accident should get a
fucking medal! No shakes, so hands to the floor frog jumps, no old-man
shuffling?the guy was on fire like it was 1973!!
3After my accident, the doctors told me it1d be 18-months before I1d be
able to play again, man. I told them ?Fuck you!1 What1d I say?²
Fuck you!
3What1d I SAY?!²
FUCK YOU!! 3
WHAT1D I SAY?!?!²
FUCK YOOOOUUU!!!
Then finally, as if predestined, as the band launched into Paranoid for
their encore (after a surprising, much welcomed false-start of Sabbath
Bloody Sabbath), the heavens opened up and drenched the crowd, cleansing
us of our rock n1 roll sins. And the harder it rained, the closer the
lightning got, the louder the thunder roared...
the more we fuckin1 liked it.
Written by,
Just a fan
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