From Amazon.com
For the first five minutes of
Down to Earth, one feels like cracking open the champagne to celebrate a triumphant return. To a deliciously dirty blues riff that sounds like Led Zeppelin getting hot and sweaty with prime Black Sabbath, "Gets Me Through" finds Ozzy deconstructing his showbiz persona in a Robbie Williams-turns-rock-god style: "I'm not the kind of person you think I am . . . I try to entertain you the best I can." It's a brilliant track that's at least partially a parody, yet it rocks like a bastard. The rest of the album, however, isn't quite up to the opener's high standards. "Facing Hell," while a fine foot-stomper, is stuffed with horror clichés. The same goes for "Black Illusion" and "Can You Hear Them." The album really goes off the rails, though, with "Dreamer" where Ozzy weeps about global warming and "You Know," in which our hero apologizes to his kids. But even at its worst
Down to Earth displays enough eccentricity to keep one entertained and brimming with respect.
--Ian Watson
Chronique amazon.fr
Dans la série des pères fondateurs du hard, des légendes du rock et autres maîtres à penser du metal, Ozzy Osbourne arrive en tête de liste. Du haut de ses 53 ans, le pape du metal n'en finit pas de nous surprendre. Après avoir flirté avec les gros succès commerciaux des reformations de Black Sabbath et du OzzFest, il revient aujourd'hui avec un album plus intime, superbement servi par un groupe au CV impressionnant (Zakk Wylde, Robert Trujillo et Mike Bordin... rien que ça) . Entre riffs qui tuent et ballades sublimes, Ozzy renforce sa position de roi du metal, n'en déplaise à tous les prétendus héritiers, qui l'auraient volontiers détrôné en le laissant pour mort !
-- Juliette Legouy