There is something deeply erotic about the way this two come undone together on stage. As if Jimmy was the pulse, leading the build-ups in such a relentless, vertiginous way, and Robert was the climax, shattering the night with those visceral wails that seem to burst from deep inside his gut. The sun and the moon joined together in ecstatic musical frenzy.
“Lead vocalist Robert Plant, tall, built like an Olympic swimmer, with a voice like a siren is Led Zeppelin’s sex symbol. […] He sped from one end of the stage to the other, like a wild stud in heat bucking, whirling yet with the styling grace of a professional dancer. Extremely confident and proud, his blond hair streaming like a lion’s mane and his body bumping and grinding every which way, Plant was the very picture of raw guts, lust, and energy. […] He ranged all the way from baritone, up through tenor, even surpassing soprano, and I fully expected the Coliseum walls to come tumbling down on us all. Never, at a concert, nor on a record, have I heard any singer equal Plant’s powerful range, vocal trickery and emotional output. […] Exhibitionist Robert Plant the superstar doesn’t think he’s God’s gift to all rock fans, he knows it.”