But there's just something about the simplicity and raunch of Page's riff over the dripping funk of John Bonham's drums and John Paul Jones's bass. It creates a hypnotic effect that somehow never grows stale, even after repeated plays. (I know, because I listened to the song on repeat for a solid 3 hours once when I was working on a web design project in college.)
There's also something electrifying about when the band moves in unison through the series of complex (almost jazz-like) chord changes from the grimy verses to the sparkling instrumental choruses. Page's guitar fed through a rotating Leslie speaker almost sounds like chirping birds greeting a brand new day, which I think fits the theme of the song pretty well: whatever hormone-fueled mistakes took place the night before get erased with the light of each new day/each new face/each new city.
And the wheel rolls on...
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