So, this was definitely something I never thought I would ever experience. There had been rumours for years, but now in 2010 our very own ACDC have returned home to give us the full brunt of their Black Ice tour.

As the bogan population of Melbourne descended on Etihad stadium, Wolfmother ; also known as Mr Stockdale, his giant ego and two new band mates (plus an extra on bass), helped warm up the night, opening with ‘Dimension’.  I’m not a big Wolfmother fan by any stretch, but they managed to play to the stadium rather impressively, their giant rock songs filling it up. Amongst their set of nine songs was ‘White Unicorn’, their most recent single ‘New Moon Rising’ and of course the anthemic ‘Woman’. They were very politely applauded and cheered by the audience, but they knew it wasn’t them they were here to see.

The stadium turned to black, as a rather saucy animation, involving a devil horned Angus Young, two scantily-clad ladies and an out-of-control steam train rolled on the giant screens. The five weathered musicians took to the stage and launched into ‘Rock and Roll Train’, behind them a giant train with red devil horns blew out smoke across the sea of people, completely in awe. The entrance was as grand as you would assume any ACDC entrance to be! Third song in was ‘Back In Black’ and if the crowd weren’t already going nuts, they certainly were now. Brian claimed that he had something for us, “a little ‘Dirty Deeds’!” the band spitting out those tell-tale ‘Oi’s and everyone joined in, though you could hear the collective gasp as Angus’ gingers flew across his SG’s fret board to create the iconic riff that is ‘Thunderstruck’. My personal highlight was ‘The Jack’, a tune in which Mr Young allowed the audience to indulge in a little strip tease of his own, baring underneath his velour school shorts a pair of box briefs emblazoned with ‘ACDC’ across the backside.

Down came a giant bell and taking a running jump, Mr Johnson swung from the rope; the bell’s tolling welcoming, naturally, ‘Hell’s Bells’. Tapping her foot along to the beat, cigarette in her massive hand, was a giant inflatable ‘Rosie’, riding the train like a motorbike as the quintet screamed out ‘Whole Lotta Rosie’.  ‘Let There Be Rock’ finished the bulk of their set, though not before Angus spent the most part of ten minutes showing off his skills as a guitarist; skipping, jumping, rolling and of course duck-walking his way around the stage and making as much racket as his guitar would let him. Returning to the stage , they played two more songs, ‘Highway To Hell’ burned the stadium with a thunderous fervour, but the night was ended with ‘For Those About To Rock’.

Everything about this coveted band’s performance was bold, spectacular and that little bit sexy. It was really exciting to watch, the two hour performance flew by with never a dull moment. These five gentlemen are born to perform, and have for the last 40 years, with age definitely no factor. For the whole two hours they played, there was no way in hell your eyes could have left the stage!