Fook me Angus lad and proper shaking with emotion: Belt up for the duration aficionados of rock otherwise you may just come a cropper !
Taken from the wicked web and really does say it all....
The apotheosis of Angus, the guitar avatar, the frenetic fretter, the musical monster, the manic man machine, the living legend. A schoolboy superhero, he struts and strides his sweaty stuff, scattering scathing sparks of molten melody to his hungry hoards of adoring acolytes. Backed by the inexorably invincible, stalwartly steady, rough and readily reckoned revving of AC/DC's rumbling rhythm section, this plucking Prometheus walks the walk while his fiery fingers sting his singing strings to talk the talk. His sharply sheer,intensely incisive, punctuated playing conducts a conduit of elemental expression and ecstatic emotion as he scraps and shapes sonic sculptures of sinewy sound. The acme of articulated ambition, cunning craft, transcendent talent and potent passion is regally reified in this valiant vision of basic blues brilliantly extrapolated into extraordinary extemporisation. For this proudly prodigious performance, for letting there be rock, and for being the one and only, Angus Young, we salute you.