AC/DC photo exhibition

Coinciding with the current AC/DC tour diary as well as the anniversary of the death of the band's original frontman, Bon Scott, Camden's Proud Gallery are playing host to AC/DC: LET THERE BE ROCK, a photo exhibition which aims to track the heavy-sellers' early years.
It's open until the 31st May and shows the work of rock photographer Philip Morris and the time he spent with the original line-up before the band's swift rise to fame.
Not a bad place to amble past on the way to an Underworld gig, me thinks. I recommend taking a hip-flask (all in the name of rock-and-roll of course!).

For those about to rock...

Complete with cannons, a large-breasted blow-up doll and a cat-walk that rises for Angus' guitar solo, AC/DC tick off a veritable A to Z of rock star dreams for their London show.
Opening with a deliciously seedy comic strip and a giant train crashing centre-stage (it stays there!) to lead cunningly into newest single Runway Train, there is nothing subtle about this band. And why should there be? The fact that they can storm through a two hour set at age 65 plus proves over and over again that not only do this band have a feast of awesome material, but they have songs which never grow old and an infectious fever for live performance to match.
They are as tight as blow-up Rosie's grip on the train carriage she rides, and scamper about stage tirelessly until the curfew stops them. Blessing us with impressive newer tracks and steller live renditions of Back In Black, Thunderstruck, TNT and The Jack which comes with a hysterical Angus strip-show (right down to AC/DC boxers, fear not!), they even lower the obligatory Hell's bell at the appropriate moment. There is barely a moment to grab your next beer! Oh, happy days.
Ok, so the cannons could have been more aggressive and there could have been a FEW more Razor's Edge classics...but, for Satan's sake, they had pyrotechnics and a blow-up doll so grotesque it left nothing to the imagination (yes, I'm talking from rings to rolls of flesh and dollar bills)...and, most essentially, Brian Johnson's voice is immaculate and the fret sound sheer perfection. The frenzied shimmying and squeals and the blinding over-load of guitar solos is as epic as it was in '73.
They end with 'For Those About To Rock (We Salute You)'. And, by god - armed with flashing red devil horns and screams of ANGUS - we do.

This is Spinal Tap

The guys who insist on turning it up to 11 have announced a one-off show at Wembley Arena on June 30th. Oh, sorry, a 'one-night world tour' is what it's actually being called ;-) HELL YEH. The spontaneously-combusting drummer and co. will be rocking this no doubt hysterical show to celebrate the 25th Anniversary of their epic rockumentary ‘This Is Spinal Tap’.

Tickets go on sale at 9am tomorrow. Ready yourself.

ps. just in case you're DVD is scratched from drunken multi-viewing...you can get yourself a new double disc in time (complete with mad extras and bnd interviews - hee hee) from your friendly Amazon one-click. Just shout I want one!