Average: 4.7 (33 votes)

February 8, 1975

Philadelphia, PA US

Spectrum

Setlist:

Rock and Roll, Sick Again, Over the Hills and Far Away, In My Time of Dying, The Song Remains the Same, Rain Song, Kashmir, No Quarter, Trampled Underfoot, Moby Dick, Dazed and Confused (incl. San Francisco), Stairway to Heaven, Whole Lotta Love, Black Dog, Heartbreaker.

Notes:

'75 North American Tour Programme

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Press Review:Led Zeppelin Bring on the Light and Sound

LED ZEPPELIN brought its unprecedented sound-light spectacle to the Spectrum Saturday night, overwhelming a sell-out audience of some 20,000, with close to three hours of "heavy-metal" rock'n’roll.

The four-man British band - in the midst of an Ameri¬can tour, which will reportedly gross in excess of $5 million – has been preeminent among rock’s high-energy supergroups for almost six years. Now, augmented by a system of lighting and amplification higher in wattage than any mounted previously. Led Zeppelin seems to have outdone itself in sheer mind-zapping gut-wrenching intensity.

The keystone of that intensity – and of Zeppelin’s music in general - has always been the protean guitar playing and consummate blues-rock songwriting of leader Jimmy Page. Apparently recovered from an injury sustained before leaving Britain, when a train compartment door slammed on his left ring finger, Page is extraordinary as ever, and Saturday night he pulled off his virtuoso repertoire of searing, pinpointed licks, and apocalyptic chordings and classic guitar-hero postures with undaunted elan.

Lead singer Robert Plant, he of the sensual swagger and honey-blond charisma, provides the visual and musical offset to Page’s dominance. As usual, his singing – a trademark blend of shriekwail and heartbroken crooning – grew more commending as the night progressed (and in his customary note-for-note sparrings with Page’s guitar), while the steady throb-and-pound of drummer John Bonham and bassist – occasional keyboardist – John Paul Jones anchored the music’s unsettling modulations.

Performing a cross-section of new, recent and old material, Zeppelin assaulted its audience with such destructo-anthems as Dazed and Confused, Rock and Roll, the softly lyrical set-ups and explosive resolutions of Stairway to Heaven and No Quarter, the unfamiliar yet engaging dynamism of several songs from their upcoming Physical Graffiti LP. A highlight of the concert was Bonham’s masterly fifteen minute drum solo – worthy of the standing ovation it received – with its other-worldly synthesizer effects.

As for the unprecedented staging, the mammoth sound system, as promised, provided superb separation, mitigating the nitro-volume with compelling clarity, the lighting – an awesome network of stagebound and remote spots – evoked startling, vividly hued, richly varied visual atmospheres, although the much-heralded laser beam played (from where we sat) an indeterminate role. (M. Damsker / The Bulletin)

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My very first concert...

Well, we got there (to our seats) bout 30 minutes before the lights went down - no small feat after driving from central Jersey (all nine of us) in a mammoth Plymouth station wagon after missing the Philly exits and getting near halfway to Pittsburg before recovering our "sense of direction" - after all it was the 70's if you catch my drift. Anyhow it was a good thing the band took the stage late or we might have missed something. Ultimately I missed not a sight, sound or song - my initiation (at 17 yrs old) that night into the trenches of live rock n' roll was epic to the point of no return - the trajectory of my adult life to follow was inexorably stamped out during what followed...

My mom (bless her heart) had paid for my ticket for my birthday that January 31 - our "gang" slept out at the local mall for tickets in the freezing cold and so I got the whole sacrificial teenage experience from the word go through the final note. Driving into town with the gang seemed surreal with Phillys' symbolism of the Revolutionary War and the iconic Buildings of Freedom all lit up on the skyline. The "kids" I was with were the dangerous type but took great care of me. Nobody else was as "cosmic fueled" as we were; the stars were quite aligned for us all.

There is absolutely no way to adequately describe what all went down that night in the Spectum - my whole body shook from my perfect seat part way up the risers about a third of the way back - I could see and hear every detail of sound, stage and crowd without even turning my very "expanded" head. And when the lights finally came back on some three hours later we could not physically leave our seats till most everyone else had filed out. I left a huge part of my young soul winging around that stadium that fine night. Just was lucky I figure now. Thanks again... A.T. Bicos

PS: What happened to the comment from the gal who also spent her 17th birthday there that night? She should get a hold of me...