Watched The Song Remains The Same with my pal Lillian last night.
Man, that shit is ridic.
This is Jimmy Page in a whole bunch of terrible make up that’s supposed to make him look old.
So he holds up a lantern and waves his sword and it goes all LSD on our asses.
It continues it’s descent into madness, while the band plays Madison Square Garden.
There are werewolf gangsters, Tolkien-esque montages, masked horsemen, hawks attacking children, bad editing,
and best of all:
way too many up-close shots of Robert Plant’s denim-constrained genitalia.
Now I remember why I haven’t watched this in so many years.