All it took was one art lesson at a New Jersey high school for a young Jeffrey Wielandt to succumb to the seductive power of the riff. A student in his class had spent his time drawing a detailed, jawless skull surrounded by lightning bolts. You know, the sort of artistic effort which would have concerned teachers contacting parents for a quiet word.But Jeffrey – who’d change his name to the decidedly more rocking Zakk Wylde seven years later – was transfixed. That crude rendering of a metal T-shirt design had piqued his interest in a band who were from the other side of the Atlantic. “My buddy said the band were called Black Sabbath,” remembers Zakk. “His older brother introduced him to their music. I’d never even heard of them. I ended up getting [Black Sabbath’s 1975 compilati...
