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Hammer
of the Gods
By
Steven Davis
This
book has been around for years and reviewed, I'm sure, a million times. But
as a Rock Biography it takes some beating. For all its sensationalism if you
want to read a book every bit as on the edge as the Dirt this is the original
tome.
Steven
Davis is a great writer, he has a style that is easy to read and he draws you
in beautifully.
One
of the many covers
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I
picked up my copy in a second-hand store in LA a few years back, a slightly
tatty paperback that had obviously been read a few times before it came to me. LA seemed like the place to read it after all, with the
Riot House just down the road.
For those wanting a great rock read this is
the book. It’s full of over the top exploits, its not too shabbily researched, packed
with history and the story is the classic tale of excess and fall in non-PC
days gone by. What it lacks in detail you can find elsewhere. Whether it’s all
entirely true is largely irrelevant!
Led Zeppelin’s music has been with most of
us for years; it has played a role in all of our lives, and continues to do so
today. It’s hard to think of rock without Zeppelin and so to read the back
story is a must.
The main players are characterised pretty
much as you would imagine. Four talented and inspirational
musicians, who became part of one of the biggest and most successful rock bands
ever to exist. Where the success
of Zeppelin took them is the real story. You read all of the tabloid-style
headlines and see them in varying states of decadence. Only JPJ comes out of it relatively unscathed
and it is his story threading through the endless planes and limos and parties
that gives you little flashes of reality.
There’s all the gory detail from the tours,
all the other-worldliness of the shows, all the highs and plenty of tragedy
too. How it stands up as a historical record is really a matter of opinion, but
it never stops you turning the pages. And it is after all a helluva story,
warts and all.
By the end I came away with the feeling
that Jimmy had it all planned out all along even if he couldn’t control it. That
Robert metamorphosed into something much larger than life, Bonzo dealt with
things as best he could in an everyman type of way, and that JPJ survived largely
intact by keeping as much as he could at arms length.
That’s not to say the band get off lightly.
We see the flaws creep in, the arrogance, the stupidity and the overindulgence.
I ended up largely sympathetic of them all. You feel Bonzo crying out at certain points
and you can understand a lot of what he gets up to, even if you can’t entirely
condone all of his actions. His is the saddest story of all of course because
he seems so unequipped to really deal with all of the trappings of such intense
fame.
The other great character of the book is of
course Peter Grant, scary and driven, absolutely relentless. It’s hard to tell
whether the story would have gone the way it did without such an overbearing
presence as him at the helm. It’s certain that it couldn’t possibly have been
the same.
So if you want a great story about a great
band with more excess crammed into it than you can shake a stick at this is the
read for you. Take it with a beer and a large pinch of salt, maybe, but I’m
sure you will enjoy the ride (Limo not included).
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