AC/DC – Back In Black
This album is a template, chiselled from the very bedrock beneath our feet. It is so classic it can’t even be described that way any more. It is in and of itself.
I have to assume you already have a battle-worn, well-loved copy of this beauty screaming and jiving on top of the record stack by your player (doesn’t everyone?), so you know exactly what I’m on about. If you don’t know every word to every song on this essential record, there’s clearly something amiss.
The band’s first record following the death of the incredible Bon Scott, there’s more than sufficient proof here that these guys are the undisputed kings of cock rock, leaders of an entire generation of leather-clad high school misfits driving around in their shitty little camaros, blasting these missiles of rock at the neighbourhood and doing their best to look tough while doing it.
I have most of AC/DC’s albums (but I’ve never owned a Camaro and I don’t pretend to be tough), and admittedly they are all pretty much the same – and I mean that comment in the nicest possible way. But really, they are. Each is chock full of sexual double-entendre, a desire for volume and fun and a slightly disrespectful violence, all played over very loud, fundamental blues rock.
They may not have started it, but they made it their own, and the fact that they’re still going (and playing to a completely rabid fan base) all these decades later speaks to the primal nerve this band’s music zings like Angus’ E string.
This is the second copy of the album I’ve owned, a re-master I snagged recently (a part of that set of re-releases in digi-packs they did a few years back). Frankly, I can’t tell the difference in the sound, but I’m hardly an expert. All I know is that it sounds fantastic, just like it always did, especially at higher and higher volume levels. I suppose the fancier packaging is nice and all, and fans love excuses to drop their money to support their favourite band, right? Right!
Look, Back In Black fucking rocks. Own it, love it, live it. Sure, you’ll laugh yourself silly and wonder at yourself while you do it, but you’ll have such a good time (and you’ll be amazed at how beyond classic these songs still are) that you really, really won’t care.
01 Hells Bells
02 Shoot To Thrill
03 What Do You Do For Money Honey
04 Given The Dog A Bone
05 Let Me Put My Love Into You
06 Back In Black
07 You Shook Me All Night Long
08 Have A Drink On Me
09 Shake A Leg
10 Rock And Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution