The AC/DC concert is now behind us — and it was so good, I feel obligated to write a quick review.
Let me start with what AC/DC means to me. Back in the Winamp days, when we used to track our listening habits on Last.fm, two bands always dominated my stats: Metallica and AC/DC. If someone asked me, “What is rock music?” — AC/DC would be the first answer that comes to mind.
The opening act was The Pretty Reckless. They played 10 songs and left the stage. Honestly, the atmosphere felt a bit flat. Or maybe AC/DC’s entrance was just so powerful that it instantly made the opener feel small. From the very first second, the energy AC/DC brought was on another level. I’ve never seen anything like it. And here’s the strange part: with most bands, you expect the tempo to shift — the emotional tone goes up and down. But with AC/DC, it’s the exact opposite. The energy stays high. The mood stays fired up. Constant voltage.
Angus Young, at 69 years old, looked like he was still in his early twenties. And Brian Johnson? Nothing more needs to be said. The man is 76, and still hits those high notes effortlessly. That level of vocal control at that age must be superhuman — yet he made it look easy. We were stunned.
I don’t have much to say about the rest of the band, since most of them aren’t original members. The only exception is Stevie Young — Malcolm’s nephew — who might deserve a special mention. And even then, all I’d say is: he did the job well. Solid performance.
Of course, not seeing Malcolm Young, the band’s musical architect and true mastermind, left a bittersweet feeling in the air. But there’s nothing to be done. Malcolm was a different kind of artist. He was the brain behind almost everything AC/DC ever did, yet he never craved the spotlight. He willingly gave that role to Angus. The music world rarely witnesses geniuses like Malcolm — people who stay in the background, quietly driving the machine. He earned every bit of the respect he gets.
