A jam packed juggernaut punctuated by axe mutilators MALCOM YOUNG's crunchy rhythmic riffs and big bro ANGUS' bad boy blasts of galvanized boogie, the ominous opener HELLS BELLS plays on an oft visited "down under" theme.and we're not talkin' Australia, folks. The brain pounding platter by which all others are measured, this titanic follow up to departed belter BON SCOTT's cocky curtain call HIGHWAY TO HELL netted AC/DC the top selling rock album of all time, with around fifty million units moved. Let's face it.they don't make swan songs like that any more.
Unfortunately, Scott took that titanic title track too literally, succumbing to an alcohol-related demise immediately after. Finally, there's HIGHWAY TO HELL, that undisputed king daddy of all bad-ass anthems, which hooked fans for eternity after the first three notes. You also get the menacing creepy crawler NIGHT PROWLER, which oozes dirty blues and bodily fluids.and the "too cool to waste as a mere album title" IF YOU WANT BLOOD, belched out as a real ball-burner. Their Mutt Lange-produced breakthrough boasts train-wreckin' tracks of thunderous lust such as GIRLS GOT RHYTHM and LOVE HUNGRY MAN.the stuff that made it safe to be a horny teenager in the late seventies. Between lead yowler Bon Scott's bubble-in-the-throat screech and lecherous asides, and "schoolboy in disgrace" axe-ecutioner Angus Young's ball-pean-hammer-against-the-noggin notes, this fearsome fivesome made the competition sound about as dangerous as The Archies. TWO.Not bottom of the barrel, but nothin' to write home about either.ĭown Under's (and America's) answer to headbangin' salvation, AC/DC rocked harder, rolled louder, and attacked airwaves with more ferocity than anyone in the stratosphere.simultaneously injecting some much needed humor into heavy metal.
THREE.Better than average, still a good addition to any music fan's collection. FIVE "WHATEVERS".A party platter that matters.