Unlike any other band of their stature, AC/DC truly don't care about the world at large. They see no triumph in their longevity, they long ago dismissed not only the idea of artistic statements but the very notion of artistic growth: they aren't good or bad, they simply are. They have nothing left to prove, so perhaps it shouldn't be a surprise that their albums lack any sense of urgency or motivation. AC/DC never rush to cut a record; they wait until Angus Young has collected enough riffs to hammer out an album's worth of songs, then they file in one by one to lay down their tracks with a big-budget producer, who inevitably gives them a clean, mammoth sound that's no different than what came before. Rick Rubin couldn't change this pattern on 1995's Ballbreaker and Brendan O'Brien can't change it on 2008's Black Ice. He encourages the band to add a bit of color here and there, so they grace "Stormy May Day" with some sloppy slide guitar and turn "Rock N' Roll Dream" into an expansive neo-ballad cousin of Bad Company's "Rock N Roll Fantasy," but O'Brien's crisp, colorful production only emphasizes how AC/DC could stand to be a little less careful on record.
It's the eternal AC/DC paradox: at its core, their music is brutal and primitive, but their records are slick, overly cautious, and bloated, stretching out to 15 tracks when they should be no longer than ten. AC/DC haven't lost their knack for great, simple rock & roll and Black Ice is graced by a few terrific tracks. In fact, as it opens with the "Highway to Hell" boogie of "Rock N Roll Train," the stuttering "Skies on Fire" and "Big Jack," it seems that Black Ice might be the great latter-day AC/DC record the group has yet to deliver, but as the next 12 tracks spool out over the next hour, the album slowly slides into a too-comfortable groove, fueled by too-tight rhythms and guitars that sound loud but not beefy. This polished, precise rock & roll is good enough, at least in small doses, but Black Ice delivers a whopping dose, puffed out to nearly an hour, running so long it all kind of washes together -- a problem that is endemic to all AC/DC albums after Back in Black. This shift can't be placed on the shoulders of Brian Johnson, who may never have been able to match Bon Scott no matter how much he mimics the man, but it's simply a symptom of the band's massive popularity, where they have no compelling reason to release a record every other year, so they make albums twice a decade, inevitably spending too much time sculpting their recordings when they'd be better off bashing them out. At their peak, AC/DC recorded their albums quick 'n' dirty and the music felt that way, too. Age has turned their tasteless insurgence into vulgar tradition but that's not the problem, nor is it the band's refusal to change because, let's face it, when a band does one thing this well there's no need to change. AC/DC can still sound invigorating -- and make no mistake they do here, as much as they ever do on a latter-day record -- but they just need to tighten up, cut back, crank it up, and sound a little rude again. After all, what's the point of being the filthiest band in rock & roll if you're going to make albums as polite as Black Ice? ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All Music Guide
I think the reviewer nailed it, actually. It's a good album, not great, and certainly not their best since Back in Black. That honor goes to Razor's Edge.
Who F**KING cares whether or not it's polite or if it's over produced; its music, its enjoyable, so if you happen to not like it, guess what, there's plenty of other music out there. Don't waste your time criticizing a great band because it's not your preference, people don't care if you think its s**tty because we still love it and no critic is going to change that.
I don't see how people can just sit there and pick an awesome band like AC/DC to pieces. Sure, the albums after Back in Black aren't as big a hit, but they all have great songs on them. As for Brian Johnson "mimicing" Bon, that's just a lie. Brian and Bon are completely different. I hope that the reviewers on this website write a review about a band they actually KNOW about.
criticize them all you want, AC/DC has sold over 200 million albums worldwide, and this one had sold about 5 million copies in 6 days, and about 784,000 copies in the US alone. their pockets obviously don't care about criticism
ok, i absolutly love AC/DC but i'm sorry, it is just so hard to listen to this album. It is just absolutly disapointing to me. their early stuff just blows me away but this... this isn't the AC/DC i know and love. it just can't get my head bangin' the way their other stuff can.
Saw em at the Verizon Center on 11-15-2008 and it was awesome, exceeded my very high expectations. It's also nice to hear Brian show his softer more relaxed sound. AC/DC lives on. Bon Scott would love this album if he were still with us.
I saw their Atlanta, GA shows during the Stiff Upper Lip tour back in 2001 and this past December's Black Ice tour. I have seen many rock n roll shows over the years and to this day their shows are absolutely hands down the best live rock n roll experiences I have ever had. Angus is the MAN on stage; a never ending machine of perpetual guitar nasty-ness. You haven't lived until you've seen For Those About to Rock live and in person with cannons blasting fireballs into the crowd. Rock on AC/DC!
Another cookie cutter album from AC/DC. They have been rehashing the same crap for 20 years. I think that they have been on autopilot for a long time. Its just about the money now
man, that all music idiot was way to harsh on AC/DC. they`re still as good as they used to be and they always will be. also, brian johnson`s better than bon scott ever was (no offense to bon scott fans, i like him, i just think brian is better). the young brothers are still rocking hard, and brian johnson sounds better than he has on the last few albums. this is their best album. hopefully their next can match this one, if not we`ll always have black ice.
Brian Johnson sounds like his tonsils have dropped to his ankles...it sounds like it really hurts. Angus Young looks more like a creepy child molestor than a schoolboy and he has to take an oxygen tank with him everywhere, but I'm sure AC/DC have million$ of reason$ to keep $creaming...