Welcome to Dissected, where we disassemble a band’s catalog, a director’s filmography, or some other critical pop-culture collection. It’s exact science by way of a few beers. This time, we follow the legendary AC/DC’s career, from their 1975 debut, High Voltage, to their most recent effort, 2020’s Power Up.
The legacy of AC/DC is one of perseverance. Across their five-decade career, the Australian hard rockers have seen both sides of tragedy and glory, from their rugged ascent playing beer bars to becoming a global stadium rock institution.
When charismatic frontman and lyricist Bon Scott passed away in 1980, many wondered if it was the end of AC/DC. Scott’s vivid personality was as much the face of the band as forever-a-schoolboy guitarist Angus Young. After releasing multiple soon-to-be classic albums with the singer, including the 1979’s iconic Highway to Hell, what would become of AC/DC?
In a blaze of triumph, the band returned with Back in Black just months later, arguably the greatest comeback album in rock history. Now singing was Brian Johnson, who proved just as charming and braggadocious as Scott, but with a gravelly vocal style distinctly his own. Stacked top to bottom with timeless hits like the riff-centric title track and “You Shook Me All Night Long”, it signaled the beginning of a new era of AC/DC and a prolific string of albums that continues to this day.
While it’s fair to say the band’s post-1980 output doesn’t always live up to alarmingly high quality of Back in Black, AC/DC still managed to remain relevant and release consistent hard rock throughout the decade and into the ’90s. Along the way, the band notched MTV hits like 1986’s “Who Made Who”, the inescapable combo of “Thunderstruck” and “Moneytalks” from 1990’s The Razors Edge, and the Rick Rubin-produced one-off “Big Gun”, which hit No. 1 on Billboard‘s Rock Chart in 1993. These songs introduced AC/DC to a whole new generation of kids eager to consume any and all forms of heavy music.
However, tragedy would again strike when Angus’ brother and the band’s imitable rhythm guitarist Malcolm Young died in 2017 after leaving the band in 2014 due to a battle with dementia. As of 2016, the members of AC/DC had gone their separate ways, with Johnson stepping aside due to serious hearing loss. However, in another act of revival, the band reconvened with classic members Angus, Johnson, drummer Phil Rudd, and bassist Cliff Williams, along with Stevie Young (who had stepped in for Malcolm) to record a new album, 2020’s Power Up. Their best album in 30 years, it’s a record that — like The Razors Edge — could be a new generation’s introduction to AC/DC.
With the band’s legendary discography on the mind, Heavy Consequence undertook the task of revisiting and ranking each and every one of AC/DC’s 17 studio albums, from the classics to the lesser known works. All of these albums mean something to anyone who’s eagerly browsed the AC/DC section at a record store.
As a note, in an effort to stay true to AC/DC’s own canon, we chose to include the Australian versions of High Voltage and T.N.T. — which adhere to the band’s artistic vision — rather than the arguably more visible international release of High Voltage (which contained many tracks from T.N.T.) We also omitted compilations like 1986’s Who Made Who, live albums such as If You Want Blood, You’ve Got It, and EPs (i.e. Jailbreak ’74). Formalities aside, let’s dig in.
— Jon Hadusek
Senior Staff Writer
17. Ballbreaker (1995)
For Those About to Listen (Analysis): There truly are no bad AC/DC albums. Because they’ve stuck to their lane and their chosen sound with remarkable consistency, their entire discography falls into various shades of good to great. But by the time of Ballbreaker, some exhaustion was starting to set in. The years between albums were starting to grow longer, and the group was leaning harder on the hits of the previous two decades when they played live. Yet, with the success of The Razors Edge and cheerleader and uber-fan Rick Rubin in their corner, there was some urgency to keep going even if the material they brought to the studio felt a little off.
Finding the missteps isn’t difficult. AC/DC has never been an overtly political band, so their attempts at social commentary with “The Furor” and “Hail Caesar” were ill-fitting. An attempt to recreate the slow burn of “The Jack” or “Ride On” resulted in the plodding “Boogie Man”. And though their lyrical metaphors for sex and women have never been terribly witty, they feel even more strained on “Love Bomb” and the discomforting “Cover You In Oil.” Rubin and co-producer Mike Fraser made the band sound better than ever, but the songwriting hampered their efforts.
Best in Black (Best Song): While the rest of Ballbreaker concerns getting laid or making some awkward jabs at conservative politicians, “Whiskey on the Rocks” returns AC/DC to a familiar location: their local watering hole. A celebration of booze in all its flavors and the good times that usually go hand-in-hand with a night of drinking, fused easily to a road trip ready rhythm.
Done Dirt Cheap (Worst Song): A song with the propulsion and spirit of “Love Bomb” deserves far better than what the Young brothers cooked up for Brian Johnson to sing. A dick-swinging ode to both heavy artillery and easy women that feels flaccid and awkward. You try singing “Where the size doesn’t matter/ Come long, short, or batter” with a straight face. — Robert Ham
Pick up Ballbreaker here.
16. Blow Up Your Video (1988)
For Those About to Listen: Alas, the late ’80s were not kind to AC/DC, and the primitive steam hammer rock sound that carpet-bombed the charts eight years earlier sounded quaint in 1988. Blow Up Your Video’s stiff retread of the band’s old tropes sounds arthritic next to the sexual nihilism of Guns N’ Roses or the militaristic rage of Metallica.
In another in a series of back to basics moves, AC/DC reinstated producers Harry Vanda and George Young (older brother of guitarists Malcolm and Angus) who had helmed the band’s earliest albums. The duo had their work cut out for them: drummer Simon Wright was on his way out, and alcoholism had a firm grip on Malcolm, who played a primary songwriting role in every AC/DC record until that point. Unsurprisingly, then, Blow Up Your Video struggles to find its footing. “Heatseeker” and “That’s The Way I Wanna Rock and Roll” pack a little punch, but beyond that it’s mostly forgettable – AC/DC rarely play any of these songs live.
Things picked up for the band after 1988. Malcolm kicked the habit during the subsequent tour, and AC/DC returned to form two years later with The Razors Edge, leaving Blow Up Your Video a transitional — and ultimately inconsequential — piece of the band’s history.
Best in Black: It’s a cliché at this point that AC/DC put their best song in the pole position on their albums and Blow Up Your Video is no different. “Heatseeker,” their first strike, delivers a straightforward but satisfying dose of what the band does well: a heavy main riff, satisfyingly screeching Brian Johnson vocals, and a nice pentatonic solo from Angus. As good as it is, like the rest of the record, it’s basically inessential.
Done Dirt Cheap: From a band as lascivious as Johnson-era AC/DC, one might expect a little slap and tickle fun from a song called “Ruff Stuff”. Sadly, it’s as vanilla as they come. More-or-less a retread of “You Shook Me All Night Long”, this middling semi-ballad feel like it’s about 50 percent chorus and, like many AC/DC songs, the chorus is mostly the title of the song itself. Swipe left on this one. — Joseph Schafer
Pick up Blow Up Your Video here.
15. Stiff Upper Lip (2000)
For Those About to Listen: This would be the last AC/DC album produced by George Young, Angus and Malcolm’s brother. It’s a noticeably more organic and fluid set of songs compared to 1995’s Ballbreaker, which was co-produced by Rick Rubin and Mike Fraser, the latter of whom returned to engineer Stiff Upper Lip. As previously mentioned, Rubin’s golden touch didn’t translate to success for AC/DC following 1993’s “Big Gun” single, perhaps because of the producer’s “hands-off” style. George Young took a more organized, “streamlined” approach with Stiff Upper Lip, as Johnson stated in an interview with Guitar World the time.
“George always had a game plan,” Johnson said. “I hate it when you’re hanging around waiting for the next decision. George always had it all worked out.”
The five years between Ballbreaker and Stiff Upper Lip was also the longest gap between albums up until that point. The band may have been due for a breather after never really slowing down in the 27 years prior. The album’s title track hit No. 1 on the Mainstream Rock Chart, and the LP peaked at No. 7 on the Billboard 200, signaling that fans were also ready for more AC/DC. Like Back in Black, The Razors Edge and now Power Up, Stiff Upper Lip arrived at the beginning of a decade and was the first “new” AC/DC album for many young fans. It’s significant for that reason alone, even if its content isn’t as instantly recognizable as the band’s signature albums.
Best in Black: The song “Stiff Upper Lip” hit No. 1 and for good reason. The striking title phrase was thought up by Angus while he was stuck in traffic and trying to think of something definitively symbolic of rock ‘n’ roll. Though he said he was actually thinking of Mick Jagger and Elvis Presley, Angus proudly displayed his own “Stiff Upper Lip” on the cover of Highway to Hell in 1979, so he’s as much apart of that legend as anyone. This song was also a TouchTunes jukebox go-to circa 2000-2008 when other AC/DC songs had been inevitably overplayed and exhausted. Knock it back.
Done Dirt Cheap: On subject matter alone, “Can’t Stop Rock ‘n’ Roll” is a premise that’s been mined over and over again by AC/DC. The “long live rock” anthems are an integral part of the band’s ethos, but after the umpteenth variation, they tend to get filed away among the deepest of deep cuts unless they stand out, which this song doesn’t. It’s as middling as most of Stiff Upper Lip and stands as one AC/DC’s safest and least essential songs. — Jon Hadusek
Pick up Stiff Upper Lip here.
14. Fly on the Wall (1985)
For Those About to Listen: Whatever AC/DC had lost in sheer inspiration by this point, the band was still able to make up for in energy and enthusiasm. More upbeat than the darker tones of the previous four albums, with Fly on the Wall, AC/DC sound like they’re having the most fun they’ve had since Bon Scott’s heyday. With brighter, more porous production that allows you to imagine the band is just a few feet away, Fly on the Wall sounds less like the work of a band trying to fill an arena with sound and more like a band that rolled up to the local pub on a rowdy Friday night.
Tunes like “Shake Your Foundations”, “First Blood”, and “Sink the Pink” benefit from the kinds of spirited performances we’d expect from musicians who spent the whole week working 9 to 5. In other words, Fly on the Wall sees AC/DC playing with the exuberance of people who need music as much as the audience does. The sexually provocative songtitles are meant to push buttons as usual, but look a little closer at the lyrics and you don’t quite get the same nasty edge as some of the other records. And, of all of Brian Johnson’s intentionally/unintentionally comedic lines, surely “The cops could not appreciate my natural charm” has to rank up there pretty high.
Best in Black: As mood-setters go, opening tracks don’t come any more galvanizing than “Fly on the Wall”, an anthemic, uptempo rocker that announces that the hour has arrived to shrug off one’s concerns and let off some steam. Lots of rockers have said the words, “Are you ready to have a good time.” After this song, the question is moot because it’s clear the good time has already started.
Done Dirt Cheap: If the band manages to get away with lifting from The Who’s “Won’t Get Fooled Again” without falling flat on its face, copping Aerosmith’s bloozy boogie on the very next song, “Playing with Girls,” proves to be a bridge too far. Other than the blues giants they looked up to in their formative years, AC/DC have rarely had to resort to trying to sound like someone else. They do so here, a harbinger that the band may have been questioning its identity. — Saby Reyes-Kulkarni
Pick up Fly on the Wall here.
13. Rock or Bust (2014)
For Those About to Listen: Die hard fans of AC/DC have long since accepted that, whenever they drop the needle on a new album, they pretty much know exactly what they are going to get. The rock press feels much the same considering all the news surrounding the release of Rock or Bust and its subsequent tour had to do with lineup changes (Malcolm Young out, Stevie Young in … Brian Johnson out, Axl Rose in) or drummer Phil Rudd’s legal troubles. They’re not wrong either. Rock or Bust is the equivalent of a Word template, with every pealing guitar solo, song about rock ‘n’ roll and lascivious intent, and steady bassline set perfectly in place.
By the same token, AC/DC knows not to mess with a winning formula, and with that knowledge well in hand, Rock or Bust delivers. The 11 songs on this short, punchy album stay the course while also quietly accepting the advanced age of its members. Brian Johnson continues to dial his screech into a warm, comfortable growl and Angus’ solos are more about quick flares of power than virtuosic explosions. AC/DC landed on Rock or Bust not only as a badass sentiment but also as a statement of purpose. This is the life they have chosen and they are going to stick it out until their bodies or brains tell them otherwise.
Best in Black: 60-year-old men should probably not be writing salacious songs about a stripper. The band did it anyway with “Sweet Candy”. The saving grace is that the tune is the strongest moment on Rock or Bust, from its Hendrix-inspired opening moments to a rolling rhythm that is, truth be told, sexy as hell. This also boasts Angus’ most inspired guitar solo — a feisty run that sends the song’s closing moments soaring.
Done Dirt Cheap: 60-year-old men should also probably not write songs that sound like an attempt to score some ad placement from the Armed Forces. Yet, there sits “Dogs of War”, a pandering flare to the troops of the world, with eye rolling lyrics (“Dodgin’ the bullets/ Shootin’ the missiles/ Soldiers of fortune/ Such a pretty name”) that, in the wrong ears, could stir up a hell of lot of trouble in basic training or in combat zones. — Robert Ham
Pick up Rock or Bust here.