There’s a perception among my peers that Led Zeppelin fucking sucks. Theres a few reasons. For one they are thieves. For two, they don’t evolve, all their music sounds the same, it’s all white man’s blues with occasional hard rock. I tend to like their hard rock songs. I tend to like their hits. So when I got Physical Graffiti I was optimistic. I am no longer optimistic.
Imagine it’s 1975, you sit down to listen to the new album from one of your favorite bands. You drop the needle on Custard Pie. My god. It’s the same shit again. It’s another fucking Led Zeppelin song. It sounds like all the others. It’s incredibly mid. Oh no.
The Rover starts. More of the same. Except it just keeps going oh no.
Then, fucking In My Time of Dying, it’s 11 fucking minutes of uninspired blues riffs, Robert Plant is doing what I can only call a pastiche of spiritual music and blues. It’s like the suffering of gospel music, if that suffering was dying cats. I swear he’s usually better than this. Or is he.
Greta Van Fleet is a band whose whole existence is preying on boomer nostalgia for Led Zeppelin. The edgy kids who said today’s music sucks also love them. They are bad. I feel like their music and some tracks on here are, essentially, the same. This is a death knell.
Trampled Under Foot. Thank God. What a good song. It’s awesome. Funk is such a refreshing change of pace. There’s energy here. It’s such a forward looking song. I bet the Chili Peppers love this song. The whole album could have been this direction and it would be so much better for it.
Even the cynic in me can’t deny, Kashmir is a fucking triumph, it’s sort of baffling that they…don’t do more like this? Clearly they’re talented enough to explore prog and funk, they’re the best songs on here. Did they stick with the old formula because they didn’t want to alienate fans? They should have.
This albums too long, the few stand outs don’t save it. Blegh.