April 11, 1970
St. Louis, MO US
includes: We're Gonna Groove, Dazed and Confused, Heartbreaker, Bring It On Home, White Summer / Black Mountainside, Since I've Been Loving You, Organ solo / Thank You, What Is and What Should Never Be, Moby Dick, How Many More Times, Whole Lotta Love.
Press Review: Kiel Crowd Cheers British Rock Group
Full of sound and fury, Led Zeppelin played long and hard Saturday night and drew repeated standing ovations from a crowd of about 9,000 at Kiel Convention Hall.
The four-man British rock group played for more than two hours. Usually, a top-billed group spends a maximum of one hour on stage and leaves the rest of the time to secondary groups.
Led Zeppelin is dominated by the technical proficiency of Jimmy Page on guitar and the screaming vocals of Robert Plant. Most of their performance was concerned with individual exhibition rather than music.
Although there are flashes of fire that few other groups can duplicate, such as the heavy blues that had the crowd gyrating in front of the stage at the end, a Led Zeppelin concert overall is about as interesting musically as a long playing record of train whistles.
Much of their music goes in the direction of egoistic excess that makes so much of contemporary jazz essentially boring music. At one point in the concert, they even resorted to that hoary jazz trick of leaving the drummer onstage alone for a 15-minute solo.
The things Page can do with a guitar are astounding. He wrenches sound from the strings, picks up a bow and pulls incredible shriekings from them, drops the bow and still makes the guitar sound like a violin.
But his music like that that of the rest of the group, is a series of crescendos with no build-up, no sense of space. There is a long, creeping explosion, then a regrouping and another explosion. One longs for a BB King or an Eric Clapton to break through the mass of noise and play some music.
It was interesting to watch members of the audience try to dance to the Led Zeppelin. Strong surging blues beat would come in, and there would be a delighted wiggling and scraping of feet. The dancers would keep going for a minute or so and look at each other with puzzlement. The beat had fled like a runaway child, to return at its own whim.
The sound in the convention hall, as usual, was miserable. Plant wore a pair of pretty high-heeled shows and several people threw flowers.
[H. Barnes | Post-Dispatch | 4.13.70]