Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. You are now on the desktop site. Disclaimer: this page is not written by from the point of view of a Down By The Seaside – Led Zeppelin – Physical Graffiti Zeppelin fanatic and is not generally intended for narrow-perspective Led Zeppelin fanatics.

If you are deeply offended by criticism, non-worshipping approach to your favourite artist, or opinions that do not match your own, do not read any further. If you are not, please consult the guidelines for sending your comments before doing so. For reading convenience, please open the reader comments section in a parallel browser window. Drawing a deep breath, I set out on the treacherous path of reviewing the Zepsters. I’m really a little scared about it, what with them guys being really huge, huge, huge. By all accounts, they were the Beatles of the Seventies – no, they didn’t have the Beatles’ vibe, and the music didn’t have anything to do with the Beatles at all, except for maybe a ballad or two, but on the social and commercial levels they certainly were the equivalent to the Fab Four.

I give ’em a class status of C. I admit that it does seem a little strange after I’d called them the Beatles of the Seventies. I’ve never cared especially much ’bout the band just because they were a Seventies band. And, as is the usual problem with so many Seventies bands, they weren’t a hell of an original band. The revolution they led was more about the mood and the attitude than about the music itself. Anyway, regardless of all my critiques, they were a good lil’ band, and certainly thousands of times better than the swarms of braindead metal crap bands they unconsciously bred and inspired.