I think it’s quaint that this book got published. Not to disparage it in anyway, because I am always (always) happy to read about AC/DC. What I meant was that it pretty much didn’t need to be written. Let’s be real here: We all already instinctively know that AC/DC matters. It’s primal. Visceral. It just IS, and thank goodness for that.
What Anthony Bozza’s book is, then, is basically a mini-biography of the band and its members, interspersed with a collection of all the ways he could think of to use and twist the English language into new ways to effuse about the band.
So, when Bozza tells us about how the band started and who the members are, and the band’s story, etc, we say: we already knew this stuff. And when he enthusiastically raves about every aspect of the band and their playing and their magic, soul and consistency, and how they play for the fans not for the money (haha erm, sure), we say: WE KNOW.
Fair play, it’s still a cool book. But it’s preaching to the choir, baby. Now turn it the hell up and get some AC/DC in yer ears! \m/ \m/