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THE REVIEW
In a dreamlike journey, I understand that reality is only the shade of our soul, in a ride on the oceans of time, only the primordial sense of our perception leads me to the eternal present of steel that becomes fluorescent water, on the nerves of a silver guitar and memories, in the echo of a voice eroded in the substance of an odyssey. This is "Achilles last stand"
Syncopated, my energy swallows in the heartrending whispers of a comeback. The silences - between a thud on the skins of the drums of creation - enchant the vertebrae of a painful voice; other thuds crystallize distorting, rising in a new dawn. This is "For your life"
Struck touches. The irreverent fall of stones from a mountain, they immediately cease their path. SILENCE. A night invades - a moment - that light: it muffles, the light rebels, recreates freedom. Its violent and now delicate returns. Stop the silence! VOICE. This is "Royal Orleans"
Wild animals chase each other, pursuing and letting themselves be hit by a storm, a native - muscles like lightning - with raven hair, flees; the breath burns the lungs in a harmonic of fire. The beasts are getting closer. The storm shakes and pounds, a humid and threatening forest, but here it comes: a pearly ray strikes a rock. The native stops on it. Open your eyes! He opens them. The beasts approach menacingly, he raises a dagger. He shouts to the Gods. And he shouts again, tearing the winds. This is "NOBODY'S FAULT BUT MINE!"
Child, the kiss is a spiral where I get lost. This is "Candy Store Rock"
Guitar the chants, impertinently insinuates it, percussion between the veins, bass and voice bow down. This is "Hots On for Nowhere"
It seems that from a thick mist something warlike advances towards us. Flashes flare up. They are brief moments. Something threatening. We clutch in our shawl. We are afraid. The dusk is an endless evening that trembles with us. But now! Now a drum set explodes, implodes and sucks away all fear, dismantles the Chaos. A slight, feeble tinkle of calm quiet. Perpetual, more placid. Plant calls us to Himself, Bonham dreams on the snare drums, Page drips play to the Moon, Jones dilates the waves that swallow us. Forever. This is "Tea for one"
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This review captures the ethereal and vivid nature of Led Zeppelin's Presence, interpreting each song as part of a rich, dreamlike journey. The reviewer highlights the powerful interplay of instruments and evocative vocals, emphasizing moments of silence and tension that create a deeply immersive experience. Classic tracks like 'Achilles Last Stand' and 'Nobody’s Fault But Mine' are praised for their energy and atmosphere. The overall tone is passionate and poetic, offering a unique reflection on the album's lasting impact.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
Led Zeppelin
Led Zeppelin were an English rock band formed in 1968 by Jimmy Page with Robert Plant, John Paul Jones and John Bonham. They became one of the most influential rock groups of the late 1960s and 1970s; the band disbanded after John Bonham's death in 1980.109 Reviews
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By Antonino91
'Achilles Last Stand' is a masterpiece with perfectly balanced instruments and breathtaking drumming.
'Candy Store Rock' is the most negligible episode of the album, almost nauseating.
By Miki Page
'Achilles Last Stand' is a phenomenal hard-rock track that hits with intensity and power.
'Presence' is a good album, but not a masterpiece like the group’s previous 6 works.
By Cimbarello132
'Achilles Last Stand' surpasses 'Stairway to Heaven' but remains hidden in its shadow.
One of the many reasons why Led are my absolute favorite band.
By vellutogrigio
"Achilles Last Stand is one of the best tracks in the career of the four, with Page's guitar architecture supporting Plant's declamatory singing."
"Never had a Zeppelin track in the '70s been so straightforward, almost like an attack on the listener’s hearing, until it seemed the work of a debut group, well masked by veteran competence and craft."
By claudio carpentieri
"Achilles Last Stand throws us with the power of a tornado into this sonic monument where Page's heroic guitar leads the rest."
"Presence reflects a period far from happy for the band, with Plant’s presence in the studio in a wheelchair confirming its difficult gestation."
