Part one of a monthly blog series ‘Needle Play’. I discuss some of my favourite records, the impact they’ve had on me as an artist and kinky scenarios in which to listen to them. This one’s on Black Sabbath’s Paranoid.

Black Sabbath's Paranoid lying on a loose pile of other records

I wanted to start this little series off with a solid favourite – Black Sabbath’s Paranoid. The record itself is a prized possession, at least in the sentimental sense – it’s condition could be described as ‘well-loved’ at this point. After heavy rotation by my parents in the 70s and 80s, this record then saw a little less action for a couple of decades, and eventually passed into my hands when I was deemed mature enough to provide it with a loving home. 

As a teenager, everything I read about my favourite metal and rock bands led me back to Black Sabbath and songs like ‘Paranoid’ and ‘Iron Man’. So you can imagine I was thrilled when I found this record on the shelf at home. It’s the old cliché isn’t it – I was a rebellious teenager trying to get into anything that might stand me apart and piss other people off, and I wound up falling for the same bands as my parents.

Paranoid

Paranoid is one of their most famous and influential songs, and I love the fact that it was knocked out in 20 minutes in the recording studio when they realised they needed another track for the album. I love this because I can relate it to my own experience of writing music. Sometimes the things you put together quickly benefit from not being overthought and often end up being your best work. 

Suzie Blue naked holding Black Sabbath's paranoid over boobs

These days Black Sabbath are a mainstay on my playlists, as I’m sure some of you reading this are well aware! They never fail to contribute the perfect soundtrack – anything from a sensual massage in a hotel suite, to a hedonistic evening in a darkened bar, to an afternoon of boot worship in my dungeon.

I tell you no lies

At a festival a few years ago, I got to see Black Sabbath play and despite them being far from in their prime, it was actually a lot of fun. I will never forget looking down at one point during the gig and finding that a full bag of weed had appeared on the toe of my Doc Marten boot.

Favourite track: Fairies Wear Boots

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