High Voltage, Dirty Deeds
... and
Highway To Hell
, from the Bon Scott era, and 1980's
Back In Black
, the last truly great AC/DC record.
Black Ice
, the first Acca Dacca album since 2000's
Stiff Upper Lip
, is exactly what you would expect and as the band's string of sold out shows starting in February is testament to, that's what the fans want.
It's always been about power, volume, and fist-punching riffs, with some one-legged hops and guitar hero jumps thrown in. However, on Black Ice is the band finally starting to show its ample age (Angus is 53 now?) On songs like
Skies On Fire
and
Anything Goes
they lumber rather than lurch and instead of sounding primal and gutsy they come across as hard rock a la Jimmy Barnes (without the Cold Chisel).
While the slow scorching blues of
Decibel
and
Stormy May Day
adds some stomp and variety, Money Made is a workmanlike plodder and then there's the silly Aerosmith style
She Likes Rock'n'Roll
. Maybe if she loved rock'n'roll it would be a different story?
Then again, on the all-in, throaty growl of
War Machine's
chorus and the swinging staunchness of the title track, that old familiar, beer bottle-waving feeling overtakes you and punching the air never felt so good.
It's no use telling AC/DC what to do but just imagine how tight Black Ice could have been if they'd knocked it back to 10 songs? Lean and mean, that's what it would have been.
Scott Kara