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Yesterday might just go down as one of the all-time strangest days of my life. But before I get to that, I just want to paste the opening paragraph from Pitchfork's Top 100 Albums of the 70's thumbnail of Led Zeppelin's IV (which comes in at #7):

"We must be lying to ourselves: There is no way this album should not be #1. If my fellow PFM writers could go to Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind's memory-erasure clinic and wipe out everything related to this record and band-- the radio overplay, the Spinal Tap jokes, Robert Plant asking, "Does anybody remember laughter?"-- and hear IV again for the first time, it would be at the very top of this list. Because when the riff from "Black Dog" hits you for the first time, you come face to face with God. Nothing is bigger than Led Zeppelin IV. It tears your skin and grinds away your doubt and self-hatred, freeing the rage and lust and anger of cockblocked adolescence. Listening to this album is like fucking the Grand Canyon."

Anyone who accuses me of excessive hyperbole - and there are quite a few - ought to let me off the hook, now.