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: Im not the kind of person you think I am . . . I try to entertain you the best I can. Its a brilliant track thats at least partially a parody, yet it rocks like a bastard. The rest of the album, however, isnt quite up to the openers 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 O...