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Thursday, January 28, 2010

AC/DC: Back In Black


AC/DC: BACK IN BLACK (1980)

1) Hells Bells; 2) Shoot To Thrill; 3) What Do You Do For Money Honey; 4) Given The Dog A Bone; 5) Let Me Put My Love Into You; 6) Back In Black; 7) You Shook Me All Night Long; 8) Have A Drink On Me; 9) Shake A Leg; 10) Rock'n'Roll Ain't Noise Pollution.

Bon Scott died in the proper manner for a noble rock'n'roller — choking on his own vomit — and his replacement was certainly different. I do not think Brian Johnson has, or ever had, even a mi­nor part of Scott's charisma. His lyrics show him to be incapable of matching Scott's wit and hu­mour, his stage behaviour is rougher and far less subtle, and, overall, he has rarely contributed to­wards making the band more interesting and less predictable. He has always blended in with the band very well, but the blending was somewhat bland, and it may have been — partly — his fault that the groove he synthesized with the Young brothers in 1980 has changed less in the last thirty years than Bon Scott's groove had in five.

Yes — but what a groove! For his first three albums at least, he gave AC/DC a vocal sound that was previously unimaginable — neither for AC/DC, nor for his own previous band, Geordie, nor for anyone else. Singing at the top of his range ninety percent of the time — and going over the top the remaining ten percent — giving even mediocre tunes an intensity the band could never have dreamt of in the Scott days — squeezing out the last remaining bits of «intelligence» in ex­change for an all-out assault on the senses — this is AC/DC reaching the climax in its message.

Plus, there was a certain element of bravery in their putting out an album as arrogant as Back In Black. I am pretty sure that even some of the toughest fans of the band might have felt a little un­easy upon hearing that the man who, only a few months ago, so defiantly sang 'I'm on a highway to hell!' before arena crowds, was taken away so promptly. To celebrate his death with a grinning, gleeful acknowledgement of the fact that Hell is, indeed, where Scott belongs ('Hells Bells'), and then to imply that the same establishment has speedily issued out a replacement ('Back In Black') — even non-religious people might be shook up with this blatantly «amoral» line of conduct, let alone those who truly believe that Hell is not to be toyed with.

On the other hand, I doubt that even the religious right would be thoroughly immune to the temp­tations of 'Hells Bells', possibly the greatest song ever in the AC/DC canon. For me, 'Bad Boy Boogie' illustrated the perfection of their early rock'n'roll vibe; 'Hells Bells' is the older, matura­ted perfection of their heavy metal vibe. Its depiction of hellish images is cartoonish, both lyrics-wise ('if you're into Evil, you're a friend of mine!') and musically — you do not truly intimidate people with simple rock riffs — but, then again, the Devil has a long history of being portrayed in a delightfully cartoonish manner, and 'Hells Bells' is far from the first, and, hopefully, from the last, in the series of these portrayals.

The song is great because it does not have one wasted second — from the opening bells (might those, in a way, be a nod to John Lennon's bells at the opening of 'Mother'?) to the slow, meticu­lously planned and executed build-up, to Johnson's powerful entry — within three seconds he is able to show that the band did just the right thing — to his climbing higher and higher and higher until the chorus explosion, to the deceitful pause before the storm as Angus takes over the mad­ness, to the maniacal coda as Brian opens up more and more internal channels for the evil prese­nce, to the utterly brilliant «guitar thunderstroke» at 4:45. In fact, cartoonish it may be, but I have caught myself, a couple of times, nervously fidgeting when Johnson goes into the 'they're drag­ging you down, they're bringing you 'round' part. Come to think of it, can anyone guarantee that this is not what was happening to poor Bon at that exact moment?

The Satanic vibe is then once again recaptured properly, albeit in a slightly more lightweight and playful fashion, on the title track that cleverly opens Side B (cleverly, because, for AC/DC al­bums, I always get the feeling that critics usually just listen to the first tracks on each side — the only reason, in my opinion, why the vastly inferior For Those About To Rock is commonly ra­ted high and above the exuberantly superior Flick Of The Switch). Combining the uniquely con­structed «step-jumping» riff with Johnson's rapid-fire, over-the-top delivery could hardly fail, and it never did, giving the band another signature song and giving Brian his own personal anthem with which he proved, once and for all, that he did belong in the band.

But if someone had the idea that Brian Johnson's arrival symbolized the band's slipping further into mock-Satanism, that someone probably never went beyond the album sleeve and a glimpse of 'Hells Bells'. In reality, Brian Johnson is just a bawdy, fun-lovin' guy from the Scottish high­lands, who has always valued the earthly pleasures of a smoke, a drink, and a shag way above the dubious honours of purchasing a piece of property in Lucifer's domain. Accordingly, the rest of the tracks are all about having a smoke, a drink, and a shag. Actually, plenty of shags — the en­tire Side A after 'Hells Bells' is dedicated to that perennial subject.

It helps that the Young brothers were still on a roll. The riffs for 'Shoot To Thrill' and 'What Do You Do For Money, Honey' are top notch and very well aligned with Johnson's rampant sexism, the madman guitar barrage on the ungrammatically titled 'Given The Dog A Bone' efficiently drown out Brian's inane lyrics about a girl who lives for blowjobs (supposedly old Scotland is just swarming with these), and even 'Let Me Put My Love Into You', the closest AC/DC ever got to writing a stupid power ballad and thus committing a serious blunder, has a chord sequence that stays within the listener for days.

Side B, after the initial two-way punch of 'Back In Black' and the eternal football crowd favourite of 'You Shook Me All Night Long' (a song covered live by Celine Dion, no less — a must-see for any dedicated fan of I Spit On Your Grave!), gives way to more moderate thrills, and sort of fiz­zles out with the not particularly successful ode to popular music ('Rock'n'Roll Ain't Noise Pollu­tion' — great line, but why the boring mid-tempo?), but then AC/DC were rarely consistent from start to finish, and there is no use scorning Back In Black for something that is innately present in each of the band's LPs.

The big difference is that Back In Black is bigger, denser, darker, and dumber than these guys ever were before. Is it their best? I do not know, but it can very well be argued that it is, indeed, the one particular album that God, or his less respectable colleague in the business, has commis­sionned from them. And this has very little, if anything, to do with the fact that Robert "Mutt" Lange has produced it in such a subtle commercial manner that even grandmas on wheelchairs were rushing to the stores to order an extra copy, feeling young and strong again as the virile, Dionysian sounds of 'You Shook Me All Night Long' were flooding their senses. It is just that, at this moment, they happened to be writing great riffs, using great tones, handling a great screamer, and pushing the delightful absurdity of rock music to its utmost limits. This is headbanging incar­nate, and no headbanger's heart can allow it to get away without a major thumbs up.

10 comments:

  1. Tha thing, man. This album is a force of nature that comes from the ground. So primal, so abstract. It gets into your mind without touching your overrated intelligence. Everything is perfect here, the composing, the guitars and the singer (Brian 'died' after this effort.) Mozart would be proud of 'You shook me...'. Sure.

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  2. There's probably nothing I will say about this album that hasn't been said before. It's an excellent album, and is like part 2 of "highway to hell," except it's better.

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  3. Dean On-the-Fence with AC/DC LaCapraraOctober 27, 2011 at 8:23 PM

    Love this more than anything else the guys have done, including awesome late 1970s product. I have BIB on vinyl and CD (soft case instead of common type) and dig just about everything here. Unfortunately, Mozart wouldn't be proud of that overplayed YSMANL but stuff like Shoot to Thrill/Back in Black/Have a Drink on You are superb.

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  4. Interesting sure and hugely rockin' even in ways the late Bon Scott would be proud of. But the best? Oh come on! The album that sold more units than almost any given record in existance(excluding Thriller) is THE BEST AC/DC album... well of course. Nice critique there!

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    1. Have you ever wondered why it's sold more copies than the rest of the band's catalogue? Certainly not because it's a lesser work.

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  5. Hells Bells probably would have been AC/DC's best song ever if Bon Scott had sung it. At the other hand, if he hadn't died it might never have been composed. So count your blessings.

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    1. Bon Scott couldn't have done it justice. He had edge, Brian has power, and that's what his albums with AC/DC are about. You don't need charisma to cut a balls-to-the-wall rocker. In fact, the thought of Bon's annoying yelp in his higher register replacing Brian's screech on "Hells Bells" is just horrendous.

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    2. Agree with the Unknown guy, the song requires a higher range to sing it, and Brian makes up for his lack of intelligence with pure POWER that makes the song totally awesome.

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  6. Brian Johnson is not Scottish - he's a Geordie from Newcastle-upon-Tyne in northeast England.

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  7. " I do not think Brian Johnson has, or ever had, even a mi­nor part of Scott's charisma. His lyrics show him to be incapable of matching Scott's wit and hu­mour, his stage behaviour is rougher and far less subtle, and, overall, he has rarely contributed to­wards making the band more interesting and less predictable. He has always blended in with the band very well, but the blending was somewhat bland, and it may have been — partly — his fault that the groove he synthesized with the Young brothers in 1980 has changed less in the last thirty years than Bon Scott's groove had in five."
    Yep, that is totally correct. George does a perfect job saying why Brian had his downsides. But one more problem I would like to say is that he effectively accelerating the downfall of the band. Scott make sure the band had some intelligence and had enough charisma to maintain the edge of the band. When Brian came in, he added the power, but he made the band quickly just another metal act. The decay hasn't happened yet due to inertia (when Bon was here, this was going to be a masterpiece), but it was coming.

    "giving even mediocre tunes an intensity the band could never have dreamt of in the Scott days"
    And that is exactly why no one should dismiss Brian. Damn, did he have a voice! Songs like "Shake A Leg" and "Let Me Put" would absolutely suck by almost any other vocalist, it is Brian that makes them so delightful.

    " 'Hells Bells', possibly the greatest song ever in the AC/DC canon."
    I would say either this or "Shoot To Thrill", but you pretty much hit the nail on Hells Bells, so I won't say much here.

    Solid review, and I find it great that you have the courage to come out and declare this the best album they ever made. Excellent, excellent work.

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