Having been sacrificed at the altar of Led Zeppelin as a young nubile, I know of whence I speak.
The Coverdale/Page collaboration is akin to hearing "Whole Lotta Love" sung at a karaoke bar. The music is there (well almost, R.I.P. Bonzo), but the ethereal voice of the prophet leading his people onto Misty Mountain is sorely missed.
Jimmy . . . Babe . . . I'm gonna leave you--Robert, oh Robert when are you going to California . . .
CINNAMON DE GENARO