Before the term rock’ n’roll was smothered to death by its younger sibling, by rock music, it had a profound and resonant meaning. The latter, sadly, seems to be monolithic, austere, lumpy and slightly awkward music made by serious-looking men, often in big shorts. Rock ‘n’ roll, however, is a form full of swing and swagger, groove and, in its own way, grace. It is spacious when it needs to be, ebbing and flowing between subtle understatement and foot-on-the-monitor, incendiary and infectious delivery. In short, rock ‘n’ roll is sexy!
Let me put it this way: AC/DC wasn’t a metal band, a hard rock band, or any of those other pointless modern tags. They were a rock ‘n’ roll band that traded in volume and velocity. And if you can’t grasp that concept, then you need to listen to Tales of The Amplified over and over again until you understand the difference. Black Cat Bone could be the best teacher you’ve ever had.