Sometimes, feeling a bit sensitive, you might put on a Nick Drake record, clutch a flower, and gaze out the window. There are other times, however, when something with a bit more balls is required. This is where Led Zeppelin comes in. Though they were hardly adverse to a bit of folky noodling, it is the pile driving riffs that you really want. Will we ever see them live again? Will we balls. Luckily, for two nights at least, we have the next best thing – the collective known as Whole Lotta Zepp.

Every year this crew, featuring some of the finest musicians in the country, get together to celebrate one Led Zeppelin album. In the past they have essayed II, III, IV, and even the Ozymandian look-on-my-works-ye-might-and-despair brilliance of Physical Graffiti. This year, they turn to the good if patchy Houses Of The Holy, from 1973.

Hot Press joined the band for a drink in the green room beforehand. I would say a quiet drink, but it was far from it. One of the selling points of the act is that they feature three drummers, and three drum kits. Both Johnny Boyle (Picturehouse, The Frames, Elton Fucking John!) and Jay Oglesby (Sharon Corr, Key West The Artane Boys Band) are hard at it on the practice pads in preparation. Drummer no. 3, Simon Freedman, whose baby this whole shebang is, stands at the bar with a pint of Guinness, not bothering his arse. This will come back to haunt him later, when he can’t even clap in time during ‘Bron-Yr-Aur’. I’m joking, of course.