Physical Graffiti is Led Zeppelin at their most sprawling, indulgent, and often brilliant — a double album flex that throws everything at the wall: hard rock, acoustic mysticism, funk experiments, blues epics, and the occasional stoner fever dream. When it hits, it really hits — “Kashmir” is a monolithic masterpiece, “Ten Years Gone” is heartbreak wrapped in haze, and “In My Time of Dying” is eleven minutes of slide guitar exorcism. There’s a wild freedom here that feels like the band knew they’d earned the right to do whatever they wanted, and for the most part, they cash that check with style. But for every mind-blower, there’s a track that feels like filler jammed in to justify the double LP runtime. “Boogie With Stu” and “Black Country Woman” might be fun in the studio, but they wobble next to the thunderous heights of the album’s best material. It’s not that any of it’s bad — Zeppelin’s floor is higher than most bands’ ceilings — but the sprawl dilutes the impact. Still, Physical Graffiti stands as a towering showcase of their range and power, even if it could’ve used a little more restraint and a little less “hey, let’s include everything.” A majestic mess, and a glorious one.