AC/DC

A few dirty bluesy notes scratched out by a devilish Gibson SG, drums strictly in four-four time, bass so metronomic it couldn’t be any more precise, a thick carpet of rocking and eternal chords provided by the worthy brother of His Majesty Angus Young... a gut-wrenching riff that goes on forever, vocals more alcoholic than a Dublin pub on a smoky November night, and almost as refined and courteous... Here they are, AC/DC, imperishable, divine, and rough around the edges, innovative and unchanging. Move your ass!