A nasty brew of guitar racket, packed with rough edges, down and dirty Bo Diddley via early Kinks, back to basics, ragged and raging and not giving one shit.
It might surprise you that a ridiculous list of superstars were on board - this is no Jeff Beck / Zeppelin record. That page'll tell you those guys hated the album and that's fucking embarrassing for them.
This is rock and fucking roll, and if those guys were too focused on production nonsense to appreciate what a searing, sloppy piece of brilliant proto-punk they'd made fuck'em. I want to retroactively take a point off every Zep album I've ever reviewed.
Sutch gets it, exciting shit 4/5
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