BLACK SABBATH Vol. 4 (NEMS NEL 6005) Ozzy Osbourne RARE 1976 UK Pressing MINT

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BLACK SABBATH Vol. 4 (NEMS NEL 6005) Ozzy Osbourne RARE 1976 UK Pressing MINT!
A RARE UK pressing of Black Sabbath`s fourth masterpiece in a row, the fabulous "Vol. 4", on NEMS Records (November 1972/February 1976). 
First released on the Vertigo label, this is the very first issue on NEMS Records. Original WWA Records A1/B1 matrixes (from 1972) were used exclusively for this first series of NEMS pressings, from February 1976. This is evidenced by the matrix stamps in the run-off grooves.
"As the Sabs poured into "Wheels of Confusion" like giant gobs of wet cement gushing from the heavens in the never-ending sameness of a taffy-pull performed by mutants, people began pouring into my house. One by one they instantly began digging the Sabs, nodding, heavy dudes one and all. Everyone picked up that old Sab neck-wobble trip where your head sort of rocks back and forth on your neck python-fash, right? Where the organ comes in over the big slow power chords; no it's not an organ, call it a component, yah, straight out of the Middle fucking Ages! Sorta walks right on out. Like some giant prehistoric plant learning how to walk ... right over your house ... so boogie while you can. But you can't lose that dyno chthonic zoomout riff 'cos it's right there in the middle of the next song, "Tomorrow's Dream," which got us so zonked we felt absolutely heavy. The cat did too. Then on into a foxy sorta Carole King piano folk song or something, whew, "Changes," kind of David Bowie we guessed, hey orchestra right? What? Went its evil way? Ooh. The room got kind of deep and spacey, brown all over, and the notes then sounded sorta while coming out of that ... y'know? Like a snowfall? It went on forever. We could dig it. Like we dig chewing gum made out of caulking compound. Right? So then can you conceive of a piercing tone followed by reverberating percussion noises called "FX," huh, that was the next tune, then we got tight with some heavy familiar Sab vibes again, swimming right up there to deep space where nothing hears or talks, right? "Supernaut." My sister had a vision of electronic buffalo ranches on Uranus, so help me. The drum solo in this song did it to her. Also, my watch stopped. But the Sabs didn't. Who needs a watch? I ripped it off my wrist & stomped on it. Slowly. Crunch. Side one groaned to a close, but soon side two followed it, without delay adhering to the walls of one's septum — the total "icicles in my brain" riff — right — "Snowblind," no less — climbing those big staircases made out of vanilla fudge, right up into your mind — so feed your nose, hey? God's a Fuzz Tone, right? The Abominable Snowman? Hey. La Fucking Brea! The tar pits was a heavy scene, right? Ask Freud or Dave Crosby. What a streaming feast of nerve gobble anyhow! But on with the snow, I mean show. Time for a Pez break. Whew. Monster slowness of the unelusive strikes again: "Cornucopia." I about fell out. Ten-ton dogs snarled in the mouth of the volcano. Storms of liquid metal blasted their way into the soap factory. Soaring zoos, etc. Then on to babies' time; breakfast on a sleigh in Hawaii with violins, titled "Laguna Sunrise." All sweet lime stripes across a popsicle spiced with Quaaludes, right. A million artichokes can't be wrong. Dreaming in the sun with their eyes open? Sweet music must end. Grunting, we tumble on into the new dance craze, you guessed it, "St. Vitus Dance." You drive me nervous. Pieces of hair got into my mouth during this one. Same old power saw on Venus move, lovely. "Under the Sun" starts out slow, like dinosaurs yawning, then it speeds up a little. Or does it? I can't tell. Fantastic four-second guitar solo by a gorilla in there somewhere, right — beautiful — gorilla! The Sabs pour it on, man, it's right near the end of the record now and here's a great three-second drum solo by a polar bear, no shit! Put mud in my ears if I lie! I can dig it! Great buncha chords there too, I couldna chose better myself, whew, we're thudding down toward the ultimate rip chord now. Gotcha. Over and out. Molten rocks hurtling across space imitating the origin of the universe, you dig? Ah, lay those chord slabs on my grave ... whew. The Sabs are genius."  - Tom Clark in Rolling Stone, December 7, 1972.
GRADING:
MINT- COVER with only the lightest general wear. Please see photos for details.
- Faint record imprint on rear sleeve (at bottom, center). Otherwise  close to perfection.

MINT(-) RECORD that looks unplayed.
- Near-perfect vinyl on both sides, with impeccable audio reproduction throughout.
- No hairlines, scuffs or any other visible signs of previous play at all!
- Original matt-black NEMS Records labels with no spindle wear whatsoever.
- The matrix stamps in the run-off grooves read "WWA 009 A-1?H / NEL 6005-A1" and "WWA 009 B-1?H / NEL 6005-B1", respectively.
- This shows that original, top-quality WWA Records matrixes (from 1972) were used for this very first NEMS pressing (February 1976).
PLEASE NOTE: Not to be compared with the more-often-than-not substandard vinyl on offer on eBay, this item is in honestly-graded MINT- condition: You will not find another copy of "Black Sabbath Vol. 4" as nice as this one - especially at this bargain price. "True value for money" is the motto here!
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