“He lurched back and forth across the stage like an obsessed soldier during drills. He tossed his shaggy-haired head to the beat of the relentless drums. He quickly shed his shirt after only the first song, exposing his thickset torso and turquoise tattoos with a feverish sweep. And he screamed to the whistling audience, “Let’s get crazy!”

The world never fell out of love with this Prince of Darkness. Ozzy blew up into a Seventies teenage antihero because he seemed to speak for the misfits, the rejects, the outcasts. He helped invent metal as we know it with Black Sabbath,