In 1976, when the Eagles, Peter Frampton, and Heart ruled the rock airwaves, along came five scruffy young men (the lead guitarist was maybe all of 18 and dressed in a schoolboy's uniform) from Australia playing some of the rowdiest, hardest, dirtiest … see full wiki
Being a rock guitar freak of two decades' standing, it is with acute embarrassment that I confess to only having heard this record right through for the first time in my 39th year.
Clearly I went to the wrong school and hung out with the wrong, self conscious types, and stupidly we looked askance at this bogan rock. More fool us.
What a remarkable, single minded, self-assured, exuberant record this is, and what a master stroke for a bunch of scot-inflected teenaged Aussies to have settled on such a perceptively observed formula and executed on it so flawlessly (and stuck with it for the thirty years since!). All of rock's evolved extravagant frippery is discarded or reduced down to its elements. The drums mark out a thumping 4/4 on-beat; stereo guitars crank out a primordial syncopated boogie. Bon Scott wails talentedly and indulgently - even cretinously, as the Amazon reviewer puts it - about rogering everything that moves and getting the clap.
All of rock's anachronistic knowingness is jettisoned and in its place the sort of smutty wailings you'd expect from a bunch of teenage dirtbags. The result: a hilarious, ecstatic, and utterly irresistable rock record.