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Rating: AC/DC are incredibly fortunate to have a legion of fans not only willing to buy every album they release but also incapable of realizing how awful they are. And this has been the case since 1980. Unfortunately, after Back In Black, AC/DC became simply ridiculous, suited, perhaps surpassed only by Guns 'N Roses, to the "band loved by those who claim to be great fans of Rock" status. The problem is that Angus & co. realized that each album they released would rake in money for a group that is now as good as dead and buried. And so, Flick Of The Switch, Fly On The Wall, Blow Up Your Video, The Razor's Edge, Ballbreaker, Stiff Upper Lip, Black Ice. And it's not certain that the dung has ended. I choose Ballbreaker essentially for two reasons: it was reviewed only once, and positively, and because it is perhaps the worst of the indigenous band's albums.
But what to say about Ballbreak... ahem, Ballbreaker?
Let's say the leading track is represented by Hard As A Rock; definitely worse than the humblest of tracks from the Scott era. An unbearably dull riff and an astonishingly banal lyric will "escort" us for four and a half minutes. Actually, no, even longer, because two perfect clones follow: Cover You In Oil and Furor. Tracks where the rotund Johnson's screams showcase all his (lack of) talent. Let's overlook that pathetic attempt to return to the roots represented by that absurd blues of Boogie Man. Honey Roll, heard a thousand times before, but it's less disgusting than its predecessors. A similar case with Burnin' Alive. Irritating choruses torment us in Hail Caesar. Identical to half the discography is Love Bomb. Caught With Your Pants Down is, as usual, dominated by Brian's nauseating voice. I refrain from discussing Whiskey On The Rocks to avoid repeating the same story. Ballbreaker follows, a sincere homage to the album.
A full 51 minutes have passed since we put on the CD. An hour of total disgust. let's clarify what makes this album so tiresome:
1. The never so ungraceful screams of one of the worst vocalists in the genre
2. The barely noticeable bass of Cliff Williams
3. The incredible flatness of the songs and the fact that they all sound the same
4. The extremely ugly cover
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Cover You in Oil (04:32)
I like to slip into something good
I see a young girl in the neighborhood
The way she move, I must confess
I like to run my hands up and down her legs
The way she dress, she look so fine
I'll make her wet, I'll make her mine [Gonna make her mine]
She like it hard, she like it slow [She don't like it slow]
All right honey, come on lets go
Baby, what you want, it's the way she move [Baby, feel what you want]
Feel what you need, come on let's go [Baby, feel what you need]
Cover you in oil
I wanna cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil]
Let me cover you in oil [I wanna cover you in oil]
Cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil]
[Yeah]
Pull on the zip, she give good lip service
It's nothing for the show, I just pay to see her go
She make you hot, you spray your lot
[So] Comin' in honey, we're headin' to the top
The way she push, don't give a dime [she don't give a dime]
Abuse your life, gonna make you satisfied
She's kinda rough, she give it tough
Come on honey and strut your stuff
Baby [feel] what you want, it's the way she move
[Baby,] Feel what you need, come on let's go
Cover you in oil
I wanna cover you in oil [Cover you in oil]
Let me cover you in oil [I wanna cover you in oil]
Cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil]
[Let's go
Ooooh yeah
Yeeeeeeeah
Baby what you want
It's the way she move me
Feel what you need
So come on let's go - yeah
Cover you in oil
Cover you in oil
Let me cover you in oil
I wanna cover you in oil
I wanna cover you in oil
Cover you in oil
Let me cover you in oil
Cover you in oil
Cover you
In oil ]
03 The Furor (04:10)
Kick the dust, wipe the crime from the street
Await the coming of the Lord
Hangin' round with them low down and dirty
Bringing order from the boss
What's the furor 'bout it all
Leave you pantin' bust your balls
Kicked around, messed about, get your hands dirty
On the killin' floor
I'm your furor
I'm your furor baby
Frame of mind, cross the line to a new state
I can shake the law
Find a mine, gonna build me a new place
No knockin' door to door
I'm your furor
I'm your furor baby
What's your furor
I'm your furor baby
Bring on the furor
I'm your furor
What's your furor baby
Feel the furor
I'm your furor baby
I'm your furor
What's your furor baby
Feel the furor
You're my furor
I'm your furor
06 Burnin' Alive (05:05)
Burnin' alive, set my soul on fire
Runnin' with a gun, this place is gonna burn
No firewater, or novocaine
No thunderstorm, no John Wayne
No kids to rock, nowhere to run
So watch out, 'cause this place is gonna burn
Burnin' alive, burnin' alive
They be smokin' your hide, come runnin' wild
Tell you nothin' to fear, cause the buck stops here
He came from a little town called Hope
And someday maybe, it'll go up in smoke
No firewater, or novocaine
No thunderstorm, no John Wayne
No kids to rock, nowhere to run
So watch out, 'cause this place is gonna burn
CHORUS:
Burnin' alive, burnin' alive
Burnin' alive, burnin' alive
It's an all out war, an all out war
Burnin' alive, burnin' alive
Somewhere, there's a little town called Hope
And someday maybe baby, he'll inhale that smoke
CHORUS
(Watch the place burn down)
07 Hail Caesar (05:14)
He be the count of Monte Cristo
Could be a quake any day
Maybe somebody from Siam
Begin the era of a new rage
Keeps lickin' all the honey
Chewin' up the fat he rakes
Instead of sending to the lions
They cover him with praise
All hail Cesar, Hail, Hail!
All hail Cesar, Hail, Hail!
Down at the epicenter
Things started heatin' up
Rockin' on the richter scale
Swinging in the chariot
Around and around we go
The senators rehearse the tale
Starring in the coliseum
Tied upon the rack
Up comes the thumb of Cesar
To stab you in the back
All hail Cesar, Hail, Hail!
All hail Cesar, Hail, Hail!
Down at the epicenter
Things started heatin' up
Rockin' on the richter scale
Swingin' in the chariot
Around and around we go
the Senators rehearse the tale
"Watch out Cesar, watch out Cesar"
[I said hail, I said hail!
I said Hail, I said Hail!
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail ]
[All hail Cesar, hail, hail!
All hail Cesar, hail, hail!
All hail Cesar, hail, hail!
All hail Cesar, hail, hail!
You need eyes in the back of your head boy,
or you're dead.]
11 Ballbreaker (04:31)
Breakin' balls, Bangin' walls
Work hard and tough, and I want some rough
Unpack my bags, and take a drag
When bang on nine, and [I'm] dead on time
Open up the door
And lay upon the floor
She open her overcoat
Livin' out her dreams
Rippin' off my jeans
You are a Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Engine roll, and time to go
A razorback, a hog attack
[I'm] Buildin' steam, [for] whippin' cream
She likes a fat, smokin' stack
Hangin' off her legs
She threw me on the bed
Her hand went for my throat
As I began to choke
She said, Honey shoot your load [Honey shoot your load]
You are a Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Yeah
Wreckin' ball, let it roll
You are a Ballbreaker
Buildin' steam, for whippin' cream
You are a Ballbreaker
Hangin' off her legs
She threw me on the bed
Her hand went for my throat
As I began to choke
Honey shoot your load
You are a Ballbreaker
You are a Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
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By Mandrocker
This is a rock-solid, hard album, in pure AC/DC style, just for a change.
There isn’t a track on this record that makes you cringe.
