ACDC on en parle en bien (ou en mal)

... passe chez le garagiste, ton détecteur de second degré est en rade

Rose’s arrival makes this show the first AC/DC gig in years – certainly since Johnson replaced the late Bon Scott in 1980 – at which no one knows exactly what to expect. Its triumph is that it does do exactly what one would expect, but rather better than one had dared hope for. Rose being confined to his throne on casters – he looks for all the world like a hard rock Davros – is a rare downside to his performance.

The triumph lies in the renditions of the songs AC/DC wrote and recorded when Bon Scott was still alive. Whereas the Johnson era material tended towards boozy bonhomie, Scott was often a malevolently misanthropic writer and singer, concealing a slightly terrifying rage behind apparent good humour. Rose, who is familiar with both malevolence and misanthropy, delivers those songs perfectly, giving them fresh menace. Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap loses its cartoonish aspect, and becomes the barroom chatter of a psychopath; he introduces Shot Down in Flames as “the story of my life” and convinces you it’s true. His voice, too, is brilliant: no matter how high, every note is hit, and sustained. And he keeps it up for two hours.

On dirait bien, j'ai assimilé Neybar un peu vite, au fan boys de aXXL

Il fait le job on peut pas dire le contraire (bon par contre pour le show le fauteuil c'est moyen, d'ailleurs pourquoi ?)

Je ne t'en veux pas, l'erreur est humaine: Je pensais que la ficelle sur les t-shirts Angus / Fortus était suffisamment grosse mais ce n'était peut-etre pas si évident