I wanted to hate this track. It begins with too little Jimmy Page and too much Gyber (whoever that is). It reduces Robert Plant's classic driving vocals to an annoying, stuttering echo. And it backs all of this with a typical dancehall-breakbeat drumline under a seizure-inducing atonal glitch rhythm. The standard remix instrumentals continue until they become catchy or you throw up, whichever comes first--and the other is sure to follow.
But later, as the song gradually brings in more of Plant's vocals and Page's guitar (supplemented by overdubbing), and gives due focus to John Paul Jones's bassline, eventually it starts to feel more like an homage and less like an awkward, random sampling of soundbites. The beautiful friction that came with being dragged through the emotions of the original song is not here in the slightest, but the original wouldn't translate to a sweat-slicked dance floor tonight. As a pelvic-grinding remix, then, the Gyber version succeeds. Verdict: [C+]
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