UK, 1975, hard rock

I’m sorry. I just can’t find it in my heart to give Zep any of the shit they often receive from the haters. I love their albums, and I love what they did with their “borrowed” material. I guess I just let the music be my master. The band has so much raw sexual energy that as a man I just can’t resist them. The opening of “Kashmir” gets me every time, like something big is coming and I better get ready!