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For Those About To Diss Bon Scott, We Condemn You

January 13th, 2009 at 6:22 pm by Gerard

‘Back In Black’ aside, AC/DC’s batting average during the tenure of vocalist Brian Johnson is substantially lower than that of countless Fall lineups during the same period. That said, the band’s recordings with Johnson’s predecessor, original howler Bon Scott (above), have more than stood the test of time, with patrons as diverse as Chris Lombardi and Mark Kozelek (ok, perhaps that’s not the widest cross-section) singing their praises. However, with the news South Scotland MSP Christine Graham wants to officially recognize the band (in light of Scott hailing from the town of Kirriemuir, Angus), The Times’ Joan McAlpine protests, “honour the achievements of our sons and daughters by all means…but only when they have done something worth celebrating. Sonic assault by wild men in mullets just doesn’t count.”

Robert Burns has already been castigated as a poor role model for young Scots on account of his sexual promiscuity and love of a dram. He also left us poetry of incredible lyrical power, whether he was philosophising on the lot of the common man, satirising authority or expressing tenderness towards his many lovers.

Beside Bon Scott, Burns could occupy the editor’s chair at the Feminist Review. The closest AC/DC get to tenderness is Whole Lotta Rosie, in praise of the carnal expertise of a 19 stone woman known to the singer. If that’s too sentimental for your taste, what about Night Prowler, on which Scott plays the role of a sexual predator, taunting a woman lying alone in her bed, scared to turn the light off because of the noise outside her window. In the title song of the 1976 album, Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, the singer offers to use neckties, TNT or concrete to dispense with the annoying people in your life — like school teachers and unfaithful partners.

It kind of makes you look again at the middle-aged, middle-class white men who regard this music as the ultimate in authenticity. Perhaps they love it because unlike them, the band never grew up.

I’m not sure if “authenticity” registers particularly high on the list of most AC/DC fans’ fave attributes, but presumably Ms. McApline knows an awful lot about why someone else’s tastes differ from hers. She’s perfectly entitled to take dead, defenseless Bon Scott to task for sexism, but even crude characters have stories worth hearing. I’m not sure what having a mullet has to do with whether or not Scott & colleagues are genuine artists, but such superficial hangups reveal a little bit about the author’s credibility.

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5 Responses to “For Those About To Diss Bon Scott, We Condemn You”

  1. Phil Says:

    I hate to use this blog as a method of contact, but I’ve tried three separate eMail addresses and received no response. I had a problem with an order with the Matador online store and no one–not store@, not info@, and not dean@–have responded to me. At all. This is really, really frustrating. Who should I be talking to, and how should I be talking to them, to get any sort of resolution?

  2. Dean Says:

    Hi is this Phil W? I sent you an email yesterday! Either way please shoot an email over to dean@matadordirect.com

    All caught up with emails now and will respond ASAP.
    Thanks for your patience and understanding
    -Dean

  3. Phil Says:

    Dean,

    I’m Phil B., not Phil W., but nonetheless the eMail has been (re)-sent. It’s coming from a longish domain that ends in .org (and matches what I’m putting here). If you’re not getting those, let me know; perhaps someone there decided that my domain was invalid and is autotrashing the e-Mail I send? I don’t know.

  4. JimH Says:

    “Sonic assault by wild men in mullets just doesn’t count.”

    - Except for the battle taunting prior to Stirling Bridge and Falkirk.

    - Also guys who played the bagpipes in the 1980s are exempted.

    Somewhere, Mullet Bone McGowan is deeply sighing.

  5. Mr. HCI Says:

    I still haven’t warmed to the new guy on vocals. The Bon-era, though? Im-fucking-peccable.