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Lo schianto a terra dello Zeppelin.
Nonostante le stroncature, "Houses of the Holy" fu un ottimo successo di vendite, benché molto inferiore a "ZoSo". Questo successo tenne Plant e Page lontani dalla cruda verità e cioè che "Houses of the Holy" era una quasi completa mediocrità.
Ancora sicuri di se stessi, i Led portarono a termine il nuovo lavoro, e visto che erano avanzate canzoni dai dischi precedenti, decisero di mettere tutto il materiale (vecchio e nuovo) in un doppio dal titolo "Physical Graffiti". Un errore da dilettanti, perché ogni persona di intelligenza normale sa che i doppi sono sempre brutti dischi e "Physical Graffiti" non sfugge alla regola: eccellenti brani si alternano a brani di routine, brani mediocri, e vere e proprie oscenità ("House of the Holy" e "Black Country Woman").
Nonostante un ascolto globale insufficiente, i Led ci stupiscono ancora con lampi da manuale: "In My Time Of Dying" (un bel blues, anche se un abisso sotto i capolavori blues dei dischi precedenti); "Bron-Yr-Aur" (uno splendido e dolcissimo strumentale acustico); "Down by the Seaside" (rilassante lento psichedelico, magari un po' troppo lungo); "The Rover" (con un Plant che si ricorda di essere Plant, tira di nuovo fuori la voce, data per dispersa in "Houses of the Holy", e riesce di nuovo ad entrare nella pelle dell'ascoltatore, in un pezzo che annovera il più bel ritornello del loro repertorio); "In the Light" (nonostante il lunghissimo e inutile intro - di "The Rain Song" memoria - uno dei capolavori della band, memorabile al primo ascolto, con un lavoro di chitarra semplicemente geniale).
E, infine, l'intramontabile "Kashmir". Il riff memorabile, le atmosfere orientali e l'eterea melodia di Plant sono incastonate con misura classica, rendendo il pezzo una vera e propria opera d'arte.
Sembrerebbe che la creatività del gruppo sia ritornata - se non fosse che "Bron-Yr-Aur", "Down by the Seaside", e "The Rover" sono scarti dei dischi precedenti ...
I critici, all'epoca, furono perentori: i Led sono finiti. Come raccontano le biografie della band, Page, a questo punto, cominciò a prenderli sul serio.
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
01 Custard Pie (04:13)
Drop down, baby, let your daddy see.
Drop down, mama, just dream of me
Well, my mama allow me to fool around all night long
Well, I may look like I'm crazy, I should know right from wrong
See me comin', throw your man out the door
Ain't no stranger, been this way before
See me comin', mama, throw your man out the door
I ain't no stranger, I been this way before.
Put on your night shirt and your morning gown
You know by night I'm gonna shake 'em down
Put on your night shirt Mama, and your morning gown
Well, you know by night I'm gonna shake 'em down
Your custard pie, yeah, sweet and nice
When you cut it, mama, save me a slice
Your custard pie, I declare, it's sweet and nice
I Like your custard pie
When you cut it, mama... mama, please save me a slice.
Save me a slice of your custard pie.
Drop down
02 The Rover (05:37)
I've been to London, seen seven wonders. I know to trip is just to fall
I used to rock it, sometimes I'd roll it. I always knew what it was for.
There can be no denyin' that the wind 'll shake 'em down
And the flat world's flyin'. There's a new plague on the land
If we could just join hands
If we could just join hands
If we could just join hands
Traversed the planet when heaven sent me. I saw the kings who rule them all
Still by the firelight and purple moonlight. I hear the rested rivers call
And the wind is crying, from a love that won't grow cold
My lover, she is lying, on the dark side of the globe
If we could just join hands
If we could just join hands
If we could just join hands
You got me rockin' when I ought to be a-rollin'
Darlin', tell me, darlin', which way to go
You keep me rockin', baby, then you keep me stolen
Won't you tell me, darlin', which way to go... that's right
Oh how I wonder, oh how I worry and I would dearly like to know
I've all this wonder of earthly plunder will it leave us anything to show
And our time is flyin' see the candle burnin' low
Is the new world rising, from the shambles of the old
If we could just join hands.
04 Houses of the Holy (04:02)
Let me take you to the movies. Can I take you to the show
Let me be yours ever truly. Can I make your garden grow
From the houses of the holy, we can watch the white doves go
From the door comes Satan's daughter, and it only goes to show. You know.
There's an angel on my shoulder, In my hand a sword of gold
Let me wander in your garden. And the seeds of love I'll sow. You know.
So the world is spinning faster. Are you dizzy when you're stoned
Let the music be your master. Will you heed the master's call
Oh... Satan and man.
Said there ain't no use in crying. Cause it will only, only drive you mad
Does it hurt to hear them lying? Was this the only world you had? Oh-oh
So let me take you, take you to the movie. Can I take you, baby, to the show.
Why don't you let me be yours ever truly. Can I make your garden grow
You know.
05 Trampled Under Foot (05:36)
Greased and slicked down fine, groovy leather trim
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Trouble-free transmission, puncture will explode
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
A model built for comfort, really built with style
Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red
Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head.
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
I can't stop talkin' about...
Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Fully automatic, comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn't hold
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love.
06 Kashmir (08:28)
Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.
Oh, I been blind... mama, there ain't no denyin'
I've been blind, ain't no denyin', no denyin'
All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where I've been.
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir.
Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Ohh.
When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down...
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there
Let me take you there. Let me take you there
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Altre recensioni
Di Antonino91
Infatti il disco apre con un aggressivissimo rock blues, Custard Pie, impreziosito dalla chitarra di Page scintillante e graffiante.
Pur avendo alcuni momenti pigri e poco solari, "Physical Graffiti" è un album molto godibile.
Di Miki Page
"Physical Graffiti fotografa i Led all'apice della carriera, nel pieno delle loro forze."
"Kashmir è un viaggio mistico tra sonorità orientali con un livello di espressività altissimo."
Di paloz
"In My Time of Dying è una delle canzoni più potenti del gruppo, difficile da dimenticare."
"Let the music be your master" – frase stupenda contenuta in Houses of the Holy.
Di claudio carpentieri
Con l'ascolto di "In My Time Of Dying" si può dire di assistere ad uno dei capolavori in assoluto della band!
Una doppia release che conferma ancora una volta lo stato di grazia dei quattro componenti del dirigibile, sempre capaci di creare musica degna del significato più nobile di questo termine.
