“Gypsy”
LAURA:
Here at Black Sabbath Sabbath, we’ve talked quite a bit about the representation of women across the band’s first handful of albums. Women are either objects of love or demonized wenches. This song presents yet another evil, witchy woman* torturing and horrifying our beloved Sabbath. “Gypsy” is torn from the pages of Black Sabbath’s musical interpretation of The Odyssey. I can’t help but listen to this track and think of Circe who imprisoned Odysseous on her island for a year before allowing him to continue on his journey back to Ithaca. Just as Odysseous wears aware on Circe’s island, our narrator here worries that his body and mine will waste away in the presence of this gypsy demon. I really, really wish there was seemless, narrative continuity on Technical Ecstacy. I think I would enjoy these bright, major, operatic rock episodes if they told an entertaining story. Nope, this is just a strange, stand-alone exercise in...? I’m not really sure what the point of this song is. It’s pretty standard fare classic rock. It just...is. Maybe that’s it’s point. “All Moving Parts (Stand Still)” which follows this track would make an excellent backdrop for some kind of fight-scene for our narrator and his escape from the gypsy, but it’s pretty disjointed and has nothing to do with the rest of the album. I am half tempted, though, to impose some kind of structure or force some kind of storyline onto this album. Otherwise, I’m not sure I’ll make it through...
*Yeah, I linked to The Eagles. What ya gonna do ‘bout it? JOHN:
What the fuck is a fatalistic ship?
Again, there are plenty of points to be made about the band doing something different on Technical Ecstasy, pushing themselves in directions unforeseen and unforeseeable based on any of their previous material. It’s strange and scary and this could have been a rough transitional album into what they became.
Or this could be a drug addled mess. This song … sort of sounds like that. A real pastiche mess from the Department of Too Much Cocaine. What’s either a very distorted guitar or a very strange keyboard plays an amped-up Tony Iommi-style riff over amped-up Geezer Butler lyrics, but with a weirdly upbeat energetic edge that can’t seem to find its balance, until the guitar cuts the way into the refrain, as if two songs by an average bar band were meshed into one. Except in this case, the bar band is, instead, a massively successful, arena packing band.
Towards the end, in fact, the entire song seems to lose its way. Rather than being an assemblage of parts melded, all the parts play at once in a strange, inaccessible cacophony. At this point, this is the weakest song on the album, going from average to middling to frankly unlistenable.
And also what the fuck is a fatalistic ship?











