The clarity of sound is the greatest gift of these remasters, from Jimmy Page to the world.
As a guitarist, Jimmy Page at this point is beautifully balanced between technical brilliance and creative inspiration.
Such vast musical concepts, reaching into realms beyond what mere physical ears can perceive.
This remaster gives more and more, if one wishes to hear it.
Mr. Jones holding unbending in the winds of Magick. Bonzo driving hard, relentlessly shoving us to the other side.
Can anyone ever fully grasp the excellence of this music? No, for it keeps revealing more and more over time.
This was back in the day when Robert could still lose himself in the music, unabashedly giving his all. Heeding the master’s call.
Trampling right over us on the way to primal connection, leviathans calling to each other in the deep. If there is anything NOT being talked about here, it’s love, the thing of romance. We’re talking about sex magick.
The camels patiently plod through the hot sand as the music weaves time and space to set us on the road to god. Having done all possible to get us there, it is up to us to take the next step.
One disc, that's all I can handle at a time. This is not merely music, you know. It’s Magick distilled through sound.