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And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love
You make...

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THE BEATLES

“And in the end, the love you take

is equal to the love you make.”

 

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EDITED AND IMPROVED INTRO

Main Decade: 60's 

Main Eras:

Rock & Roll II, Early Sixties (1960-1966)

Psychedelia (1966-1969)

Hard Rock (1968-???)

Key Members:

John Lennon, Rythm Guitar and Vocals

Paul McCartney, Bass and Vocals

George Harrison, Lead Guitar and Vocals

Ringo Starr, Drums 

Key Songs

A Day In The Life, Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/The End, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, Something, Oh! Darling, Dear Prudence, Eleanor Rigby, She Loves You, Come Together, In My Life, Helter Skelter, For No One, Here Comes The Sun, Ticket To Ride, Strawberry Fields Forever, Hey Jude, Don't Let Me Down, Penny Lane, Day Tripper, Tomorrow Never Knows, Nowhere Man, Revolution, Drive My Car, We Can Work It Out, I'm The Walrus, A Hard Day's Night, Paperback Writer, Help!, It's All Too Much, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, I Want You (She's So Heavy), Hey Bulldog, Rain, All You Need is Love, I Feel Fine, Let it Be, Yesterday, Get Back, Norwegian Wood, Across the Universe, Michelle, I Want To Hold Your Hand, Girl, All My Loving, Hello Goodbye, Can’t Buy Me Love, I Dig A Pony, And I Love Her, With A Little Help From My Friends, She’s Leaving Home … uff!

Technically there are 50, but on Spotify I had to split the Golden Slumbers Medley…

Link to The Cavern's Spotify list of Best Beatles Songs

The first time I heard the Beatles was on the road home. It was an old but very well-recorded cassette I had just bought at a street market in my mother's hometown. She was thrilled that I was interested in the music she listened to as a child, so she put the tape in, and out came that magical, rhythmic, slow sound of trumpets, like a train starting up and reaching a good speed, while a man's voice, with a lot of echo, said, "Roll up for the magical mystery tour, step right this way." I didn't quite understand what that meant, but now I find it delightful that with this very melody, with this phrase, the musical journey I've been slowly traveling began, and I'm grateful to that song for having led me to the left side of music and not the right. Of course, it was Magical Mystery Tour, but on the cassette cover, you could see four long-haired guys crossing a street at a crosswalk; A colossal blunder by the pirate who recorded the tape, which led me to believe for a while that MMT was Abbey Road.

 

Anyway, that was the pivotal moment when music captivated me, at eight or nine years old - quite old considering many children have their musical kindergarten from the cradle, with their parents' records. Mine had absolutely no knowledge of rock, and the closest thing to musical instruction was when my mother hummed a slightly off-key "Yellow Submarine" to me when I asked her about the Beatles. She, despite her very conservative tastes, couldn't help but grow up with that music. Even I, some twenty years after their breakup, stumbled upon the Beatles, intrigued by the enduring power they held on television, in the press, and on the radio, long before the new boom in anthologies. The Beatles are still a phenomenon, a popular force… So much so that a child without any direct influence from parents, uncles, or siblings (which is already a rare occurrence) can still discover for themselves EVERYTHING that four long-haired guys crossing the street at a crosswalk mean.

 

I don't quite remember if, on that first listen, "The Fool on the Hill" or "All You Need Is Love" blew my mind more. The point is, I completely understand García Márquez's words when he said that for him, hearing them for the first time was like going from black and white to color. A before and after. I listened to them all the time, and no other music had ever absorbed and moved me so much with those musical kaleidoscopes. I needed more, and the fact that it didn't include the much-talked-about Yellow Submarine made me patiently wait a week before going back and buying a greatest hits compilation—basically what would become disc 1 some years later. The first song was She Loves You, and my first thought was that I'd been ripped off and sold the wrong cassette. This was a completely different band! Without the kaleidoscope sound, catchier and more rhythmic, more melodic, younger, but a completely different band, damn it. The variety of sounds in that hour of music and the effect it had on me was brutal, and as I listened to the whole cassette (which had their greatest hits in chronological order), I realized it was the same band, even though it seemed unbelievable. I don't know if everyone has the same impression when they first hear a Beatles album with songs from various eras... Shortly after, I managed to get a friend to lend me one of those horribly delightful boxes of LPs sold by Reader's Digest, eight discs with the band's chronological history and a few lines with the bare minimum of their biography. When I couldn't get any more out of it, considering I was about 10 or 11 years old, I jumped to the Rolling Stones, with a collection of hits from the '60s, then to the Doors, and years later I'm still amazed by new (so to speak) bands from the '60s and '70s that I'm just discovering. But the Beatles were the gateway. And they remain my favorite band, the one I love the most, and from whom I keep discovering new things, new layers and details, anecdotes that just come to light (like Paul's lost bass guitar), and from whom I learn the most musically.

This was my revelation, my initiation into the world of music, my loss of musical virginity. I don't know if everyone has one, and certainly not everyone has it with the Beatles, but I could assure you that a good percentage of rock lovers have a similar story…

 

This is just one example of what the music of the Liverpool quartet can do. The greatest? Don't know… According to Billboard's 2005 poll, the best rock band in history was Pink Floyd for their Live Aid reunion on July 2nd of that year. In 2007, it would be Led Zeppelin for their concerts at the O2 Arena. In 2018, the film Bohemian Rhapsody catapulted Queen back into the stratosphere, even for new generations, and shortly after, the Stones' final tours with Charlie did the same. In 2025, the Back to the Beginning mega-concert placed Ozzy Osbourne and Black Sabbath at the center of a universe that transcended the boundaries of metal… And there are many more examples like these. The best band? Regardless of polls and trends, labeling a band as the greatest seems utterly unnecessary to me. Artistically, The Beatles didn't innovate much. Nope, they didn't create Rock, or Psychedelia, or Protest… nope, not even Heavy Metal or Rock Opera. Perhaps they introduced the sitar, took experimentation to the point of such lamentable catastrophes as Revolution #9, expanded the use of the studio, and were the first to include song lyrics on album covers. So what?

 

Some will argue that Led Zeppelin was THE Dream Team of instrumental virtuosos, or that Pink Floyd achieved the most perfect music on at least four albums, and that Waters' lyrics were deeper and his music more precise. Or that Manzarek's sheer genius and Morrison's personality, without diminishing the great qualities of Krieger and Densmore, led The Doors to occupy that place with their dark, semi-improvised music of suicidal poets. Or that the Stones are the greatest concert machine that ever existed. They're all right. There will even be those who say the same about more recent bands like Radiohead, Sigur Rós, Dream Theater, or Arcade Fire.

 

What I mean is that technically and artistically (form and content), there are many, many bands that far surpass the Beatles. Those already mentioned are a simple example, not to mention Yes, Blue Öyster Cult, Zappa, King Crimson, etc. No, the Fab Four weren't exactly virtuosos on their instruments: George has brilliant and exquisite guitar solos, precise and soulful, but he'll never be on par with Hendrix, Page, Clapton, Beck, King, and the other great guitar heroes. Moreover, his distinctive slide guitar sound defined him right after the band broke up. Ringo was an excellent drummer, perhaps the best musician in the band, with impeccable timing and playing style, but technically he was far surpassed by Keith Moon, Ginger Baker, Mitch Mitchell, and many others. It wasn't that he lacked technique; his merit lay in his ability to create the perfect arrangements for each song.

 

Paul started as a bassist who didn't particularly stand out, content to keep the beat, but he evolved through his rivalry with Brian Wilson, playing increasingly complex lines and being responsible for the bass becoming a leading instrument and sparking the interest of thousands of kids in the four strings. By the late 1960s, he had taken over the band, leading on bass. While he may not be the greatest bassist of all time, the lines and structures he brought to the songs (such as "I Want You," "Hey Bulldog," "Come Together," and "Don't Let Me Down") are truly melodic and outstanding, making him one of the most influential bassists in history. Lyrically, Lennon always looked to Bob Dylan as his mentor. Well, not always, but from 1965 onward, he certainly did. And although he created beautiful melodies with his lyrics, odes to double entendres and sharp wit, and even songs that became anthems for different generations, it's debatable whether he ever reached Bob's lyrical heights. Often overlooked on rhythm guitar, he was not only very good at building the melodic structure of a song, but he also occasionally delivered some excellent solos.

The Beatles weren't masters of form and content, which is what essentially constitutes art. So why are the Beatles so damn great? Because no other band touches such deep chords as they did; that is, no other band so perfectly captured the spirit of their time, to the point of transforming music into a culture—pop culture, a culture of protest and activism, hippie culture, a culture of hope in another way of life—in short, a way of life in itself. They managed to metamorphose visually and artistically without losing their naturalness, not by creating movements, but by being their most visible faces, and I think they did so sincerely. And perhaps this is precisely why they are the most beloved, relevant, and influential band in history…

 

Furthermore, no other band is as diverse or mastered so well all the genres they dared to explore, namely: rock, pop, ballads, bolero, folk, country, swing, blues, psychedelia, jazz, hard rock, heavy metal, lullabies, children's music (which isn't the same thing), experimental collage (unsuccessful), etc.

 

No other band managed to make their own biography an inherent and relevant part of their music. Almost everyone who is suddenly struck by their music and blown away by it, soon looks for biographies, starting with Hamburg and the difficult days in Liverpool, the famous "Gentlemen, you've recorded your first number 1," the Ed Sullivan Show, continuing with the adventures of A Hard Day's Night and Help! With their respective films, the cancellation of tours due to exhaustion, the death of their manager, the arrival of Yoko Ono, the transcendent experience in India, the struggle for control, the clashes of egos, the inevitable breakup… The lives of the Beatles as individuals and as a band are directly linked to their music, and although I have no doubt that there are many people who have absolutely no idea about their lives and still enjoy their work, I maintain that the music is so captivating that it invites or inspires one to learn all these details, which are far more fascinating than those of any other band.

 

Finally, no other group elevated popular music to the realm of art or managed to generate as much controversy to this day about the boundary between popular music and art. There is still debate about whether, for example, "Yesterday" is a work inspired by classical composers like Schubert or whether it simply emerged as an ordinary ballad that could just as easily have been called "Scrambled Eggs" (as it almost was). With that, the Beatles broke the rock taboo, the generational barrier that had existed since Bill Haley created the first chords of that devilish music for rebels without a cause. Rock, ladies and gentlemen, could be listened to and enjoyed by young and old alike; it was no longer just about making the loudest music possible, no longer about talking about exclusively teenage themes. It was about UNIVERSAL music. Again, Dylan was ahead of them in this respect, but as always, they were the ones who perfected it and made it known. Impossible to imagine Mr. Zimmerman composing Yesterday, right?

Now, the main premise of the Beatles' detractors is that they were a commercial band turned into a monster by marketing. I don't deny it: Their first album reached number 17 in the UK because Brian Epstein, their manager, bought the entire pressing for his record store. Brian was a businessman after all, and a really good one. He made the name The Beatles the most profitable in music history; he created Beatlemania; he filled stadiums; he sold dolls, masks, wigs, stickers; he created a phenomenon that got out of hand and that still sells today based on the name alone, even if the quality of the product sold is questionable. In 1963, he predicted, "Truly I tell you, the kids of 2000 will still be listening to the Beatles," when even John and Paul themselves didn't believe they would last more than a couple of years at the top. Today they continue to dominate Spotify. But all of this wouldn't have been possible without a dose of quality. Who remembers New Kids on the Block today? Who?

 

True, the Beatles received a lot of marketing help, but they themselves rejected it in '66, stopped touring, and with it, Beatlemania. They even fueled anti-Beatlemania with comments about being bigger than Jesus (actually, Lennon said they were more famous, which is VERY different). They stopped giving concerts, and yet they remained at the top, creating their best work from that period onward. Just take a look at the Billboard chart number one from 1960 to 1962 to realize that the industry was trying at all costs to kill rock with ballads and less provocative rhythms. While it wasn't their best period, the Rock & Roll of their early years has an outstanding quality compared to the rest of their contemporaries and completely revitalized a genre that was in danger of dying.

 

Nope. The Beatles weren't children of marketing and money, although it can't be denied that they benefited from them. What I do maintain is that they were children of chance, or rather, of a series of coincidences that make it impossible for such a story to be repeated for a very, very, very long time. The fascinating thing about their story is the "What If it hadn't,":

 

If Paul's father, who had a jazz band, hadn't taught his son basic musical fundamentals, and above all, vocal harmony, perhaps John wouldn't have been so interested in that young lad he met at a fair in 1957, and harmonies wouldn't have been one of their hallmarks.

 

If Paul hadn't met George at the bus stop on his way to school, we would have missed out on many of the most beautiful guitar performances in rock.

 

If Stu hadn't made money selling paintings and his best friend, Lennon, hadn't convinced him to buy a bass guitar to join the band, even though he had absolutely no idea how to play it, perhaps a more competent bassist would have joined. And this would have prevented two things: First, Astrid Kirchner, Stu's girlfriend in Hamburg, wouldn't have given them the French fringe hairstyle that would define their image in the early years. Second, Paul wouldn't have had to take up the bass by default, since neither John, as the band's leader, nor George, the most skilled guitarist, wanted to switch to the four-string, which ultimately led to a revolution in the role of the instrument.

 

If Brian Epstein hadn't owned a record store (NEMS), he would never have been interested in finding out which band the teenagers were asking about. Secondly, if he hadn't been homosexual, he would never have been interested in becoming the group's manager when he went to see them at the club where they were playing (COINCIDENTALLY two blocks away), since more than musical or even commercial interest, he had interest in John.

If the record industry had been interested in rock, Decca would have immediately signed the Beatles for their first album, as they had undoubtedly become the best band playing this genre in all of England and possibly the world. Without this interest, EMI, their second choice, would have sent them to a good subsidiary and not to Pharlophone, where the comedy record producer George Martin ended up being a decisive factor in the Beatles' sound. And if you don't believe me, go to the Anthologies, where you can see the structure of the songs without Sir Martin's touch. In this respect, I can't imagine what would have become of the band without this figure, the musical maestro and refiner, creator of the harpsichord in "In My Life," the string arrangements in "Yesterday" and "Eleanor Rigby," all the orchestral arrangements on Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, Magical Town, and later albums… in short, considering the Beatles without George Martin is frankly impossible (and imagining them with Spector is even worse).

 

If the Beatles hadn't arrived in the United States in February of '64 for their first tour, the results might not have been the same: US was coming out of a period of intense mourning for their recently assassinated president, which had infested the radio with funeral songs, in addition to the winter season of Christmas carols. North America craved anything, ANYTHING that sounded cheerful, and they landed from across the Atlantic with the biggest publicity campaign to date. Guess who…?

 

If they hadn't met Dylan, not only would their sound have remained stuck on their first four albums, but they also wouldn't have experimented with drugs, which substantially altered their music, their lyrics, and their social role. To delve a little deeper, Dylan was as essential to the Beatles as the Beatles were to Dylan, and together they sparked an unprecedented musical and social revolution, without which many of the biggest groups of that decade wouldn't have been possible.

 

Without Vietnam, which already had a history dating back years but exploded in the media in '66, the musical revolution of the 60s would not have existed either, since a foundation was needed on which to build said revolution, a real cause towards which to direct all the repressed anger, in which to excuse the use of drugs, the rebellion of dress, of acting, of living that ended up creating the hippie culture, the anti-culture that in '67 reached unsuspected heights and managed to convince the world, at least for a time and through the best works ever created, and through the most creative year in musical terms in all of history, that such change was possible.

Continuing, without the suffocating pressure of Beatlemania and the frustration of their concerts, where they could barely hear themselves, they would hardly have stopped touring. They were the first, and to this day, few groups survive without the publicity and power of live performances. However, without this situation, they could hardly have released albums as impeccable, as precise, as meticulously crafted as those from '67 onward. And likewise, without the absence of tours, Epstein wouldn't have felt so useless as to fall into the depression that led to his death from a fatal combination of barbitures and amphetamines, a death that was the slow beginning of the end.

 

Without this sense of abandonment, perhaps they wouldn't have embarked on their journey to India, where the most diverse album of all time emerged: the White Album (The Beatles, in any case, better known as the White Album). Then there are many factors: Yoko, Linda McCartney and their family, John's natural inclination towards more political music and Paul's tendency towards sweeter, more commercial sounds, the arguments over the new manager…

 

Fortunately, the Beatles ended up where they were meant to end up (perhaps), and fortunately, hindsight is 20/20, so all the hypotheses about what might have happened without these coincidences are just dust in the wind. I can't imagine the Beatles eliciting pity these days. No, no, no! The Beatles ended up at the top, and that's another reason why they are the most beloved group of all time. John, George, and Ringo decided not to continue after Paul's stubbornness, even though history shows he was right. It didn't happen like with the Stones and Brian Jones, or with the Doors and Morrison, with a replacement or a void, respectively. The Beatles even knew when to die, and if they reunited beyond the grave in the mid-90s, it was because John offered a worldwide apology with "Real Love," an apology that even Yoko didn't dare to stop, and whose lyrics contain the embrace that two brothers and two musical geniuses like Lennon and McCartney could never share. They left behind an exceptional legacy as solo artists, but one can't know what might have happened if their symbiosis had continued, and this only adds to the legend.

 

Another crucial point is the care taken to preserve their legacy by the surviving Beatles: Yoko, Olivia, and their children, especially Dhani and Sean. In a way, despite their breakup, The Beatles have always remained present and alive. From the 1973 Red and Blue albums, the 1988 Past Masters, the BBC albums, the Anthologies 1-3 project in the mid-90s, 1 Compilation, the anniversary box sets with remasters and alternate takes, and finally Anthology 4 and the long-awaited Beatles version of "Now and Then." Not to mention Paul's massive tours where more than half the songs are from the 60s, and where he never misses an opportunity to pay tribute to George and John (what a fantastic version of "I've Got a Feeling" with Lennon on the screens!). And the box sets and reissues of solo works that Sean and Dhani have done by their respective fathers. They themselves have said that it's to keep the Beatles flame alive in a society where consumption has become instantaneous and where new generations are more likely to forget that legacy. I believe that as long as we continue to introduce our children to good music, they may develop more contemporary tastes, even in very different genres, but the Beatles' catalog will never be missed in their playlists. I witnessed this firsthand at Paul's concert in  2012, but the one in 2024, which I attended with my teenage son, was quite special. I saw my son singing from beginning to end, crying and getting emotional just like the crowd of kids attending… Brian Epstein's musical prophecy pales in comparison.

It goes without saying that if I had to go to a desert island with only one discography, I'd choose them. Why? Because throughout all their albums they make it seem like making good music is easy, when in reality, good albums, not to mention good songs, are few and far between. It also goes without saying that the oversaturation I've experienced from listening to them so much doesn't mean I've stopped liking them in the slightest, nor that the more music I discover, the more I appreciate them. However, all this doesn't mean I won't critique them as objectively as possible, because even the most perfect band in history has its flaws.

 

Lineup:

 

John Lennon - Lead vocals, backing vocals, rhythm guitar, occasionally keyboards and bass. The most intellectual, political, and critical voice in the group, and the one who took risks with the most experimental tracks. The leader in the early days.

 

Paul McCartney - Lead vocals, backing vocals, bass, occasionally keyboards, and even trumpet and drums. A multi-instrumentalist, but ultimately the bass was his instrument, and it was there that he created a melodic revolution in the way it was played and its role in bands.

 

George Harrison – Lead guitar, backing vocals (masterful third voice), lead vocals, and sitar. The quiet Beatle who provided the perfect embellishments, the one who brought Hindu influence, mysticism, and masterful harmonies to the band.

 

Ringo Starr – Drums, rhythms, very occasionally lead vocals. A drummer whose influence has been acknowledged by everyone from Phil Collins, Dave Grohl, and Kurt Cobain (who started playing drums because of Ringo), to Chad Smith. Being left-handed and playing a right-handed kit, he has a very peculiar and difficult-to-match beat, but he was never flashy or exaggerated; instead, he always played in service of the song.

All composers and wizards. Also, George Martin: in production and arrangements. Billy Preston on keyboards for the later albums, and why not? Eric Clapton, on lead guitar (at least on one song), was also a Beatle.

Regarding their history, I haven't added many details in this introduction, or they're only touched upon superficially, but you can check out the individual entries on their solo careers, John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison y Ringo Starr, where the quartet's story is told in more detail, from each member's perspective. These entries were published in 2017 and are more or less in the same format as the four films directed by Sam Mendes, set to be released in 2028, which recount the story from the different points of view of John, Paul, George, and Ringo. And I'm eagerly awaiting them!

By Corvan 

Aug/25/2007  

Edited Apr/24/2026

IF YOU WANT BLOOD YOU’VE GOT IT (AC/DC, 1978)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Artist: AC/DC (C)

Recording Date: Apr 1978

Release Date: October 13, 1978, US

Record Label: Atlantic Records

Producer: Harry Vanda & George Young

Score: 10



Best Song: Whole Lotta Rosie, followed by Bad Boy Boogie

Canciones: 1) Riff Raff; 2) Hell Ain’t A Bad Place To Be; 3) Bad Boy Boogie; 4) The Jack; 5) Problem Child; 6) Whole Lotta Rosie; 7) Rock & Roll Damnation; 8) High Voltage 9) Let There Be Rock 10) Rocker.
 

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Yes, I know, I'm skipping Powerage, but honestly, I wanted to take advantage of the fact that AC/DC is finishing the Latin American leg of their Power Up tour, blowing away every stadium they play, to kick off reviews with this album. We'll get back to Powerage later, but it was impossible to ignore the hurricane that the Australian band has become. Angus, at 71, is still a beast on stage, and although Malcolm is sorely missed, Stevie hasn't done too badly. This gigantic tour started on May 17, 2024, and the last date is scheduled for the end of September 2026, so it's truly monumental. No, I didn't go see them; tomorrow is actually the second show in Mexico City. Given the scale of the tour and the difficulties they've faced in recent years, it smells, reeks of farewell, but I'm still hoping they'll come back and I'll get to see them again.

 

Well, I was wondering how to properly kick off the reviews, and after several attempts, a video of AC/DC turning Argentina's River Plate stadium into a human tide came to mind as the perfect example. Wow, my respect to Argentinians for the way they rock 'n' roll! And I said to myself: let's start alphabetically to be fair. So instead of overwhelming you with an impossible review of the four Beatles Anthologies (which will come later, but separately), I prefer to start with this fantastic album, which is the best proof (and only official version) of AC/DC's live power with Bon Scott.

 

By 1978, the Young brothers—Bon, Cliff, and Phil—had become a true powerhouse. Powerage, released in April of '78, had brought them very good sales, but what really catapulted them to stardom was the massive 63-concert tour in the United States, which began in June. The band decided to spend two weeks on vacation in Miami before kicking off, knowing they needed to recharge. They started by opening for Alice Cooper for four shows on the East Coast, while Powerage began its climb up the charts. It's worth mentioning that Cliff Williams had just replaced Mark Evans on bass during the Powerage sessions, giving the rhythm section much more solidity and dynamism, but this would be his first tour, and the improvement was immediately noticeable live. In July, they played in Texas, San Antonio, California, Utah, Oregon, Missouri, and Canada, where they performed alongside Montrose, Aerosmith, and Molly Hatchet. Rumor has it that this made them look like amateurs compared to the power the Australians had developed by this point, but it gave Bon the opportunity to party with Steven Taylor and Joe Perry, who was ecstatic about their music. They participated in the Texas World Music Festival, where they shared the stage with Ted Nugent, and basically, wherever they went, they were a sensation. If today they are a power machine… Cliff Williams and Angus himself would agree that they were at their best live, and although they have good recordings with Brian, in ’78 they were a perfectly oiled machine, full of youth, and at the peak of their strength.​​

When they landed in Los Angeles, at the packed Starwood, a young Vince Neil went to see them and was so ecstatic that the seed of Mötley Crüe was planted right there. Later, they shared the stage with Van Halen and Pat Travers in Oakland, while Powerage continued its slow climb on the Billboard charts, despite arriving with very little to no radio support. Around that time, they were heard by impresario Bill Graham, owner of the Fillmore East and West, which had been cathedrals of rock and music for years, in New York and San Francisco, respectively. They filled the West with 65,000 people. The United States simply could no longer ignore them. But their success wasn't all good news. Bands like Foreigner refused to go on after the Australians (and understandably so). Eddie Van Halen even once asked his manager if they were really going to follow that Australian tornado. AC/DC didn't care if they were first or last… their mantra before every concert remained unchanged: We go out to kill!!!

 

Such was the atmosphere within the band that the topic became unavoidable, and Angus finally brought it up on July 29th in an interview with Star News: “A live album could capture our time there where the people are, the energy, and the women, where I can make the guitar something lethal.”

 

More gigs followed, opening for Aerosmith (Hairy Smith, as Bon called them), Foreigner, and Van Halen in Chicago. There, Peter Mensch, Aerosmith's manager, would say: “People come to see Aerosmith, but they leave talking about AC/DC.” During August, they opened for Alvin Lee (formerly of Ten Years After), Rainbow, Ted Nugent, and Cheap Trick. More and more people were coming to see them instead of the headliners, until, at the Jacksonville stop, Cheap Trick flat-out asked them to close the show. In September, on the East Coast, they opened for UFO, Blue Oyster Cult, and Thin Lizzy. By this point, their shows were ending in riots, and Bon had to do his best to calm things down. The headliners usually came on stage in a panic. On one such occasion, in Cleveland, Thin Lizzy's manager, furious, went up to the sound engineer, Ian Jeffrey, punched him, and turned down the volume mid-concert, leaving them with practically only the monitors. After the show, the short-tempered Young brothers went after the promoter, but after threatening to beat him up, it ended in a $20,000 lawsuit in favor of the Australians for damaged equipment. Well, even today they have a reputation for being the loudest show on the planet!

 

The tour ended with the concerts on October 2nd and 3rd, with Powerage reaching 200,000 copies sold. It was then that they resumed their live tour. They had already accumulated tapes from that tour, so George Young and Harry Vanda resumed their role as producers, hired Mark Orpiz as sound engineer, and gave him the stack of tapes. The three of them selected tracks and began mixing and remixing. They had enough material for a high-quality triple album, but contrary to the standards of the time, they wanted a short but damn good record. The album is based on the concert at the Apollo Theatre in Glasgow, from April 30, 1978. It was chosen for the particular energy of that night, when Bon and the Youngs, of Scottish descent, shone, even appearing in traditional kilts.​

The album was cut from "Dog Eat Dog" and other tracks from the concert, but the encore "Rocker" was kept as the album's closing song. The brilliant cover art was based on a photograph taken in August before the Boston concert. They modified a guitar and added fake blood to Angus to make it look like he was committing harakiri with it. The album title was based on Bon's response in an interview with a journalist who asked him before a concert: "What can you expect from the band?" - "Blood."

 

The album opens with Riff Raff. The first thing we hear is the roar of the crowd, applause, expectant whistles, and a few moments of feedback that build tension until the 0:40 mark when Angus's riff kicks in, playfully manipulating his guitar and igniting the audience, until the song explodes at 1:30 with the main riff, and before we know it, we're on a raging, full-throttle train. Bon doesn't enter until 2:24, with his raspy, perhaps imperfect, voice—but Brian, forgive me, it's the perfect fit for that pure rock machine called AC/DC. Malcolm shows why he was one of the best rhythm guitarists in the world, and then comes Angus's first pyrotechnic solo at 3:05. I bet Eddie picked up a few notes during the Van Halen concerts he shared with AC/DC, right? At 4:10 comes the sequence of ascending notes and the band is back in full swing. The crowd roars, Bon roars, Angus's SG roars in an impossible dialogue, and the rhythm section, now with Cliff, sounds tighter than ever. Pure rock and roll!

 

We continue with Hell Ain't A Bad Place To Be from Let There Be Rock, and its devastating intro, until the tension explodes at :30 with Scott's "Hey You!" and the rest of the band joining in. I insist, Bon isn't perfect, he's not very technically gifted, but he has an attitude that sweeps everything away; his voice is another instrument as sharp as the Youngs' guitars. If we add to that the show he put on, throwing Angus onto his shoulders… Then comes the incendiary solo at 2:35, which extends to 3:10, and then back to Bon's screams. This is one of the highlights of Let There, but here it's somewhat overshadowed by the rest of the songs. I was about to leave it blank, but Bon… What Bon does here is for the annals of rock!

 

Bad Boy Boogie kicks off with its powerful riff without further ado. A steamroller from the first second, and it's understandable why people of the caliber of Joe Perry and Gary Moore were terrified to go on stage after a band capable of this. The song continues to build tension on its ascending scale, leading up to the choruses and that elastic bridge by Angus at 1:55, one of the most sublime moments in rock history. Phil Rudd is left alone, accompanying like a heartbeat, and then everyone comes back in for a pyrotechnic solo. At 2:40, Angus holds the note while Malcolm lays down a relentless, incisive riff, and then the song seems to fade. The audience claps. Angus's guitar starts to crackle. Tension. Magic. Imagine this in a stadium with 60,000 people in Latin America! At 4:45, they start to build again, higher and higher, until Rudd's drumming gets the engine running at full speed again, and we're back in the song in full force, with Bon screaming, the guitars in perfect harmony, and the rhythm section like a giant, perfectly synchronized clock. At 6:23, the song seems to fizzle out, but the younger Young brother manages to extend it with feedback and a sizzling return until the rest of the band finally takes their leave. Can you believe it's 7:30 long? A true gem.

Next up is The Jack from T.N.T., and I stand by my statement that it's a hilarious song, where 90% of the credit goes to Bon's tremendous personality and the lyrics, with their double entendre referencing an STD he contracted from a groupie… The solo is superb, but overall it's a bit repetitive and… well… stripper music. I said it! Even so, it's a classic, and it lends itself to Bon, then, and now Brian, getting the crowd singing along, like at 2:40. It's not bad. Not at all. But they could have included "It's A Long Way" instead.

 

Problem Child, from Dirty Deeds, kicks off with a bang. You can hear the crowd roaring, and Bon owns the place from the moment he starts singing. The combination of the two guitars and the rhythm section is heavenly. Notice how Cliff pulls away from the drums at 1:25 to accelerate towards the explosive chorus. The solo comes at 1:55 and is another one of those moments that define rock. And at 3:35, they raise the pitch by a half step, making the stadium erupt. It's one of those songs that ends on the climax of the solo, and you can feel it in the crowd's reaction at the end, even though they cut it off.

 

The studio version of Whole Lotta Rosie is a strong contender for the best AC/DC song ever. But this live version sounds more unrestrained, more powerful, with the band and the stadium in full explosion. Angus's riff, along with Malcolm's rhythmic onslaught, is monumental. Phil is tearing it up with the drumsticks, Cliff is a machine, and overall, everything is… brutal. By this point, AC/DC had become masters of those sudden stops and starts. The solo is meteoric; from one second to the next, the intensity drops to 2:45, but instead of letting the crowd die, listen to their reaction in the background. And then it's back at full speed, with Angus trying to kill his guitar and Bon screaming the title at the top of his lungs for that epic finale.

 

Then comes Rock & Roll Damnation from Powerage, with that venomous riff, Bon taking over with that "I'm going to leave my soul here" attitude. The chorus where you have to follow the melody of the bass, and then the signature breaks, but ending in some exquisite high notes, and then the "Damnation" that the Youngs scream while Scott answers them. We don't usually mention Cliff much, but here he simply shines; follow the bass. It's one of the shorter tracks on the album, but it's no less powerful.

We continue with High Voltage, from their self-titled Australian album of 1975. A tremendous live version, faithful to the studio recording, but I insist that, fueled by the adrenaline of the concert and the crowd, it takes on new dimensions. And I insist, Williams is a much better bassist than Evans, and he clicked better with Rudd, and it shows in this version. At 2:50, he's holding the song while Bon starts playing with the audience, seven years before Mercury's legendary "Eo." Malcolm's guitar crackles again, his younger brother begins an almost timid solo, paying tribute to Chuck Berry (can you imagine him hopping like a duck?), and out of nowhere, at 4:28, we're back in the full force of High Voltage, adrenaline pumping and wanting to jump around.

 

Let There Be Rock doesn't let up. It kicks off with the same power as the previous song ended, the dirty guitars painting bold rock strokes. The rhythm section holds the song together while Bon launches into the opening verses. A minute later, the Youngs return, Malcolm like a chainsaw, Angus like someone who speaks better with his guitar than with his mouth, flashing light with his fingers and strings. And then the train hits 180 kph again. Cliff gallops on bass, Bon practically spits out the lyrics “Let There Be Light! Let There Be ROOOOOOOCK!!!” One riff after another, one solo after another, and before we know it, eight and a half minutes of a monumental masterclass in how to rock have passed. If AC/DC in 2026 can unleash even half the energy they have here, I truly regret not seeing them on this tour. Angus's ending is simply sublime; it's not something you can prepare beforehand, but something that emerges from the nights on the road and the energy of the stage. God! The last 3 minutes deserve a colossal monument to that 5'2" genius!!! Bon's gone, Malcolm's gone, but the day Angus leaves, that's the day AC/DC ends!!!

 

The album closes with Rocker from T.N.T. It's the shortest song on the album, at just 3:15. It's part of the encore, and Bon sounds a bit tired, but he doesn't sound bad. The song has tons of energy, but while it far surpasses the studio version with Angus's solos, it still strikes me as very generic rock and roll. I suppose it's a good ending, but they had a good range of options to make it truly spectacular.

 

In short (I've been waiting eight years to say this), the album doesn't have any bad moments, although it could have had better ones. It's possible there were issues with the recordings of other songs that led to their exclusion, or perhaps they decided to stick strictly to the setlist from that Glasgow night. But overall, it's an impeccable, powerful live album, where the band's raw energy shines through, without a single mistake I could detect, and with a phenomenal chemistry with the audience that never overshadows them. And the band itself is the epitome of a perfectly synchronized and well-oiled machine, a flawless rock machine that could fill stadiums almost 50 years ago and still does today. The point is, Bon Scott is here at his peak, demonstrating that while he may not have been the most technically gifted singer, he was, at the time, one of the best and most charismatic frontmen in the world. And Cliff completely transforms the rhythm section. I'm not trying to diminish Brian Johnson, and I'm dying to see him live before they stop touring, but the energy, the power, the pure rock they display on this album makes me think we're unlikely to ever see AC/DC rock like they did in Glasgow in 1978 again.

 

I hope I'm wrong…

 

And I hope to see it.

By Corvan

Apr/10/2026

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