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For the intelligent among us, AC/DC is a guilty pleasure. Anyone with brains knows this is a band you should hate. The Australian quintet’s outlook on life is irrevocably sexist; take “Big Balls” from the best-selling Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap album, or “Sink The Pink” and “Playing With Girls” from the new Fly On The Wall.
RECORDS
AC/DC
Fly On The Wall
(Atlantic)
For the intelligent among us, AC/DC is a guilty pleasure.
Anyone with brains knows this is a band you should hate. The Australian quintet’s outlook on life is irrevocably sexist; take “Big Balls” from the best-selling Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap album, or “Sink The Pink” and “Playing With Girls” from the new Fly On The Wall. Then there’s humor, something AC/DC has never been short on, as repulsive as the aforementioned “Big Balls” is to a sober mind, a couple beers and a rowdy disposition—and, preferably, a lack of women in the same room—turn it into a guiltless howl of base level double entendre, the kind of jokes made with your teenage friends when you all first figured out what sex was but hadn’t had it yet.
Then there’s the music, each lick and riff derivative of classic American or British rock. And Brian Johnson’s throaty squeals at best are a garage version of Robert Plant.