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The Blessed Hellride (Spitfire)

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By Geoff Harkness

Published on April 24, 2003

Longtime Ozzy Osbourne sidekick Zakk Wylde probably wishes he hadn't hooked up with the Prince of Darkness at the height of the '80s hair-metal explosion, when names like Rikki Rockett were all the rage. Now that Wylde has made the transformation from Sunset Strip wanna-be to bearded, burly rocker, he probably hates introducing himself by his hair-metal moniker. But that's life when you build a career out of trend following and professional leeching.

On his fourth effort under the Black Label Society banner, Wylde churns out another forgettable batch of hard-rock dreck that's about as subtle as Anna Nicole Smith in a rest home for billionaires. Bill-and-Ted lighter-wavers such as "Stoned and Drunk" stagger woozily alongside self-important puzzlers like "Doomsday Jesus." On the title track, Wylde's bombastic vocals sound like a bad Collective Soul parody, but he spends most of the album aping Osbourne's trademark nose-clogged-with-cocaine whine. Wylde even squeezes an appearance out of Ozzy on "Stillborn," but he blatantly imitates him on forgettable tracks such as "Final Solution." As for the guitars, a BLS album wouldn't be complete without plenty of grinding rhythm patterns and screeching, whammy-bar masturbations.

Wylde claims not to have written any material prior to the Hellride sessions. This impromptu approach might work for a group of creative players, but Wylde's one-man show (he plays all of the instruments except drums) gives Hellride a feel so stiff and wooden, you'd think a puppet performed all the parts. Oh, yeah -- a puppet did.