This, the band's fourth studio album is the one that propelled them into the realms of rock royalty, which, like Hell, ain't a bad place to be.
I mean, you only have to jump on the title track and let it gallop away with your senses and your life is just about complete. It's a dirty filthy riff laden rock and roll album that ends on an absolute high with 'Whole Lotta Rosie'.
I was too young [sic] to catch the Bon Scott era band, but so glad I did eventually catch them live (even if some cunt stole my wallet).
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