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Of all the terrible things Jimmy Page has done – including, but not restricted to: wearing dragon pants, dating 14 year olds, allegedly a kidnapper, writing and playing The Crunge, interest in the occult, the Outrider album, being Robbie Williams’ neighbour and endless Zep reissues/repackaging – the worst (for now) is his ‘production’ and ‘promotion’ of his lady-poet’s album.
Scarlett Sabet is a poet. She is Jimmy Page’s partner. And so he has produced this album (EP?) of her poetry.
She might have some lines, particularly if we’re grading on a curve that has Led Zeppelin’s lyric sheet as part of the normal distribution.
Suddenly “visions of silver slipping through the rows of haunted souls that all stood to salute you as you wandered through” is somewhere between Shakespeare and Florence Welch, and would possible have e.e. cumming.
But it’s only in a few precious moments that we actually get to hear Scarlett Sabet. She has a kick-ass delivery and some solid word flowing on For Jack and Possession.
But for most of the rest of this 19-minute spoken-word album her voice is buried in Page’s reverb tricks, or double-tracked into an eerie haze.
Christopher Guest couldn’t have predicted that the lead guitarist of the biggest rock band in the world would produce a poetry album by his lover and release it on limited edition vinyl available via his own website.
It’s as if Page read about Ritchie Blackmore deciding he could be the lightning rod that joined This Is Spinal Tap to A Mighty Wind in one foul sweep [not a typo] following his work in Deep Purple and Rainbow with the hey-nonny-nonsense that is Blackmore’s Coat and simply said: “Hold my fuckin’ bolero coat”.
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