Led Zeppelin

Houses of the Holy is one of those albums I always come back to with a mix of admiration and frustration. Admiration because it’s Zeppelin, man—rock gods mid-ascent, absolutely confident in their craft and unafraid to throw the whole musical pantry into the mix. Frustration because the production still isn’t quite there. Like Zeppelin II, the album has that muffled, “recorded-through-a-fleece-blanket” quality at …

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Man, I love Led Zeppelin. Honestly, I don’t think they wrote a bad song in the decade they ruled the earth. Page’s guitar work is singular—technically precise, yet raw and archetypal. Zeppelin always sounded bigger than life, like they were channeling something elemental. And Led Zeppelin II is where they truly announce themselves as the future of hard rock. These guys weren’t just musicians; they were a force of …

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