"I despise your so-called taste"

Led Zeppelin's Physical Graffiti, an object lesson in filth...

  The chorus of track three, In My Time Of Dying will haunt me for years to come, sounding as it does like the elephant man attempting to whistle a Eurovision reject. Ten years of therapy and still I'm reduced to a gibbering wreck by things like track five, Trampled Underfoot. Kashmir reminds me of nails being slowly drawn down a blackboard by the Marquis De Sade. I wish it wouldn't.

  People have accused my reviews of being generated by a computer. Well, of course they are. You think anyone in their right mind would listen to Led Zeppelin all day? I'm all digital baby. Like Shaddapa ya face, track nine, Down By The Seaside fails to engage me at all. It left me cold, shaking and gently drooling on the floor. Thank god the office cleaner found me in time. Led Zeppelin sound like my father's aborted attempts at sex with a bee throughout the apocalyptic mess that is Ten Years Gone.

  In fact, I wish Led Zeppelin had never been born.

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Ah well atleast he listens to Mars volta and thats more complex than either of the bands