Rest In Power, Legend of Loud.

Hey Chaos Army,

Ozzy’s gone.

And if you felt that in your chest—you’re not alone.

This man wasn’t just a performer.

He was a permission slip.

To be wild.

To be weird.

To never apologize for being a walking thunderstorm.

Today isn’t about silence.

It’s about sound.

It’s about cranking the dial to 11 and honoring the man who made it okay to be too much.

So play it loud.

Scream if you need to.

And when the world says “quiet down”—

you say, “BITE ME.”

Rest in power, Ozzy.

We’ll carry the madness from here