I first got to see AC/DC in 2010 and it was good. Okay, it wasn’t AC/DC in 1977 or 1980 or even in 1991 – but it was my first chance to see the band. And it was great. Solid-af. I dug it.

I didn’t really think it would be as good seeing them a second time. Not in 2015. With band members dipping out and retired hurt. But the change of drummer was actually for the better. Much as I love Phil Rudd. And the gig was cut short/delayed by technical difficulties but it was still incredible.

All hail Angus Young. There he was. As he’d always been. Doing the work. It was pissing down on that night in Wellington. His brother was on the bench. His nephew was in the band holding up an end as best he could. But it was all about Angus in that moment. A virtuoso/tour-de-force effort. Just the sort of winning knock required from a captain.

They were such a corporation by that point. Such a great live band. Just so capable of keeping the machine running even as the wheels were falling off.

I wrote this at the time – my review for the paper. Probably one of my last reviews for the Dominion Post. Certainly my last stadium gig.
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.
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