My AC/DC 2008 experience was mixed. The band, God bless ’em, gave everything they had and put on a classic AC/DC show. The audience, on the other hand, ruined it for me.
After an uproarious intro of “Rock and Roll Train” and a one-two punch of “Back In Black” and “Hell Ain’t a Bad Place To Be,” songs like “Dirty Deeds” and “TNT” were nice workouts that showcased Johnson’s ragged banshee howl. New songs like “Big Jack” and “War Machine” proved that the band could still make relevant music.
The show-stoppers were the late set Angus-centric “Whole Lotta Rosie” (a giant blow-up “Rosie” had a Spinal Tap fit and nearly took out the drum kit). During “Let There Be Rock,” Angus gave a nearly seven-minute demonstration of duck walking, head-banging, sheer guitar genius.
The unassuming back lot of Malcolm (who looks a bit like Iggy Pop these days), bassist Cliff Williams and drummer Phil Rudd all looked and acted like veteran factory workers, drinking coffee, smoking cigs, rolling up their sleeves and keeping the giant rock machine running flawlessly.
This show had it all. Pyro. Loud as balls. Great songs that just keep getting better. Too bad a lot of the evil rock vibe that AC/DC is famous for was sucked up by the giant white bread knucklehead filter that surrounded the stage. Just goes to show that a deal with Wal-Mart can ruin even the best rock show there is.