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AC/DC “Black Ice” tour 2009
23/06/09 || Khlysty
Where: Olympic Stadium, Athens, Greece.
When : May 28th, 2009.
I’ve read somewhere (I think it was in a review by Jeff Lamb at –R.I.P.- DigitalMetal.com) that, back in 1980, if a review for “Back In Black” exceeded two paragraphs, the reviewer had lost the plot. And, while I think that this dictum won’t hold water for many things (try to explain Neurosis or early Entombed in two paragraphs to a novice), for AC/CD it’s just the truth, the whole truth and nothing but.
So, here, I won’t try to tell you about AC/DC music. If you haven’t spent the last thirty years in a hole, somewhere in the mystic plateau of Leng, you damn well know about what AC/DC does. Also, I won’t try to tell you about their live presence and show: the guys are, like, the biggest rock’n’roll band when it comes to playing live (even Motörhead won’t approach their majesty and power on stage). And I won’t try to tell you if the Athens concert was great: afterwards, 35.000 smiling, happy, sweaty faces is testimonial enough. No, what I’m gonna do is try and give you a few snapshots from one of the greatest concerts I’ve ever had the fucking privilege to attend, by one of the greatest live units EVER. I’m gonna do it fast and easy and I’m gonna tell ya, go see them if you can. This is one of the greatest chances to really enjoy yerselves, ‘kay? So, here we go:
Brian Johnson can’t reach high notes anymore. Tough. Gonna live with it, though, ‘cause the fucker really gives his all when singing. So, way to go, Brian.
Angus, even during his most chaotic soloing, tries and mostly hits notes. So, his solos are cool; even the 20-minute rendition of “Let There Be Rock” never got boring or redundant. Also, I found out how he still is in a good shape: the little fucker must lose at least five kilos during each concert. He won’t stay immobile for one fucking minute.
Phil Rudd, besides being a good drummer, is also a heavy smoker. The bastard must’ve smoked half a pack during the two-hour show. And he always lit up during the more brisk-paced songs (“Dirty Deeds”, “Let There Be Rock”, “Shoot To Thrill”, etc).
Seeing is believing: Phil, along with Cliff and Malcolm is the best rhythm section a rock’n’roll band can ever dream. These are not rockers in their fifties, but a fucking riff machine.
There was a slight sag during the middle part of the show, but nothing to really talk about.
No broad got her bra off during “The Jack”, although the cameramen and the band AND the male part of the audience did its best. Silly cows…
Have I already told about how everyone had a stupid smile pasted on his/her mug? Well, we did…
And that’s about it. What, you want me to rate this? Are you fucking nuts???!!!
Just go see ‘em.
SETLIST
Rock’n’Roll Train
Hell Ain’t A Bad Place To Be
Back In Black
Big Jack
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Shot Down In Flames
Thunderstruck
Black Ice
The Jack
Hell’s Bells
Shoot To Thrill
War Machine
Dog Eat Dog
Anything Goes
You Shook Me All Night Long
TNT
Whole Lotta Rosie
Let There Be Rock
Highway To Hell (encore)
For Those About To Rock (encore)
(P.S.: the photo comes from my shitty cellphone camera, so no bitching about quality, ok?…)
