Randy lacked chops.
He really needed time to develop in the band, and his style, but I think we just got the rushed demos to be honest. Real shame.
Still, pimples, warts and all, he was still good. No-one in the British camp of heavy metal had that flair, or good looks/visual charisma. We all knew he would be something, eventually. Not sure he’d do it before ‘83 though.
I’m sure, given recording time, he could structure better solos than a lot of that twiddly throwaway rubbish.
The 1983 arrival of Yngwie Malmsteen blew everyone out of the water. Including Eddie.
No gay humbuckers here boys. Just straight ‘68 single-coils into a Plexi, with a Boss Distortion.
I can’t understand why Randy didn’t pick up his Les Paul, and a month’s wages - and just disappear.
Though I assume Sharon would have sued to fuck in a very contrived loss of earnings lawsuit.
I wouldn’t put it past them to break both his arms, so they could claim the insurance.
His only choice was to either murder Ozzy, or Sharon. Or see out the tour, in all of it’s low reward, high anxiety reality - without getting a drug habit.
Best clip I ever saw was Louis Theroux and Sharon driving down Sunset one afternoon.
She pulls over and shouts “you fucking cunt” at this old man - who shuffles over to the car and shouts in the window “you dirty fucking whore”.
Louis Theroux asks “who was that?”
“Oh, it’s my dad!”