Lie back on a Persian rug and enjoy such cosmically paranoid riffing.
What’s that Lassie? You say there’s a bunch of talented young boys trapped in a Led Zeppelin pastiche that they can’t control? That they might go completely over the top if someone doesn’t explain that such histrionics aren’t really necessary when you’re such an obviously gifted band? Oh,
they’ll work it out for themselves and by the time Melvyn Bragg collars them, this’ll be obliterated from their history. In the meantime, might as well pull on
a velvet tabard, lie back on a Persian rug and enjoy such cosmically paranoid riffing. Young people. Honestly.