AC/DC Back In Black (CD, Epic, 1980) ***
Genre: Australian pop/rock
Places I remember: The Warehouse
Fab, and all the other pimply hyperboles: Hells Bells
Gear costume: You Shook Me All Night Long
Active compensatory factors: After Bon Scott's death the band ploughed on. That's what AC/DC do.
I remember Brian Johnson from Geordie, a British glam/pop band of the seventies and I'm a Bon Scott fan so it took me a loooong while before I actually bought this CD.
When I did, my suspicions were confirmed. Truth is a lot of the material here is sub standard AC/DC. There are only two really good tunes and a few nearly make the grade (Shake A Leg and Shoot To Thrill), but overall it doesn't have the heft of Let There Be Rock or Powerage.
And I'm not a fan of Johnson's vocals. But having said that, Angus makes up for that on this record. Actually he is AC/DC! Can't imagine the band ever being the same without him. But they have coped well with others falling away and being replaced. Although Malcolm Young's death seems to have put the band into hibernation for now.
Anyway, this album: it's slick and heavy but it's not the beast that If You Want Blood is.
The sexual double entendre is by this point pretty tired and stoopid too. And at times, plain nasty (Givin The Dog A Bone is exhibit one). Grown men strutting around saying let me put my love into you babe is a worry.
Where do they all belong? That's it for AC/DC - I haven't bothered with any of the post BIB albums. Three reasons: Brian Johnson, mid tempo songs and (therefore), Phil Rudd's ponderous drumming. Cold Chisel are up next for the Aussie battler genre.
So, that's 400 albums done and dusted in the collection. A few thousand to go!
Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence - ROBERT FRIPP. Information is not knowledge; knowledge is not wisdom; wisdom is not truth; truth is not beauty; beauty is not love; love is not music; MUSIC IS THE BEST - FRANK ZAPPA. I think we're a little happier when we have a little music in our lives - STEVE JOBS. Music in the soul can be heard by the universe - LAO TZU. Rock and Roll is fire, man. FIRE. - DAVID BRIGGS. Music grips you, gets into your soul - GEORGE MARTIN
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Saturday, July 9, 2016
There's gonna be some rockin' (AC/DC) (LP 18)
AC/DC Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (CD - Epic, 1976) ***
Genre: NZ/Australian pop/rock (yes we've finished the genre sections of my collection for a while and we're now into music from different countries - starting with the colonial upstarts)
Places I remember: Real Groovy, Auckland, NZ.
Fab, and all the other pimply hyperboles:
The title track is hard to go past...
Gear costume: ...but Ain't No Fun (waiting round to be a millionaire) has all the AC/DC moves you know and love!
Active compensatory factors: There's no escaping AC/DC, so you might as well boogie down with your air guitar and enjoy.
I'm a Bon Scott AC/DC fan rather than a Brian Johnson AC/DC fan. It took me ages to listen to the post Bon albums and they are much more of a mixed bag to my ears.
The riff-a-ramas of this album set the template: the smutty ambiguity (Love at First Feel, Big Balls); the good time humour (Dirty Deeds); the self mythologising (Rocker, There's Going to be Some Rockin'); and those crunching riffs (Problem Child). All present and correct.
Genre: NZ/Australian pop/rock (yes we've finished the genre sections of my collection for a while and we're now into music from different countries - starting with the colonial upstarts)
Places I remember: Real Groovy, Auckland, NZ.
Fab, and all the other pimply hyperboles:
The title track is hard to go past...
Gear costume: ...but Ain't No Fun (waiting round to be a millionaire) has all the AC/DC moves you know and love!
Active compensatory factors: There's no escaping AC/DC, so you might as well boogie down with your air guitar and enjoy.
I'm a Bon Scott AC/DC fan rather than a Brian Johnson AC/DC fan. It took me ages to listen to the post Bon albums and they are much more of a mixed bag to my ears.
The riff-a-ramas of this album set the template: the smutty ambiguity (Love at First Feel, Big Balls); the good time humour (Dirty Deeds); the self mythologising (Rocker, There's Going to be Some Rockin'); and those crunching riffs (Problem Child). All present and correct.
Where do they all belong? The peak of the Bon Scott years was a little way off. Next up, more of the same, so - Let There Be Rock.
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