When I pulled up this album on Amazon I just automatically presumed that every AC/DC fan in the world had posted their 5-star review of this absolute classic. I am almost saddened by the sight of so many mediocre reviews of the album that perhaps best symbolizes the dirty and dangerous lifestyle and creed of my all-time favorite band. I had this album on LP when I was in college 20 years ago, it was an import. My fraternity brothers used to steal it out of my room and would take it to their own for their raucous “room parties.” I was forever tracking that album down for my own sinister parties. This album resonates true attitude and spirit; this is the album that proves that AC/DC is and always has been the “real thing” and not some contrived spit-up of a hair sprayed psuedo band that The Industry normally tries to sell. This is a road house band that turns it up as loud as the amps can go and then they just let loose. This album is perhaps a bit more “personal” than some of the others, and I’ve always liked that because it gives tremendous insight into the mechanics and thinking of one of the most intriguing bands of all time. The occasional moments of mellowness here merely let you catch your breath.If you’ve never seen AC/DC in concert then you probably don’t know what I’m talking about. If you have, then you do. This band, at least in their prime, had a menacing sound that was beyond comprehension. The first time I saw them was in 1978. Angus was 19. AC/DC was the “warm-up” band at Oakland Coliseum’s “Day on the Green” (they’d open up the green for a series of huge open-admission concerts). AC/DC came out. I knew them only from “TNT” which was getting some air play. Suffice it to say, it was the most incredible concert I’ve ever seen, and actually one of the most interesting sights I’ve ever seen: 19 year old Angus had perhaps 60,000 of his peers clenching theirs fists up in the air and chanting his name in insane hero worship as he belted out many of the tunes on Dirty Deeds and some of the others from that era. It was like seeing the boy-king Tutankhamen descending from the heavens. Bon truly looked deranged and maniacal. Angus went down into the crowd on the shoulders of a security guy and people were slapping his sweaty, pimply back as he did a prolonged and frenzied guitar solo. He didn’t miss a note. He was a frothing, raging, crazed riff- machine….the truest essence of rock and roll that I’ve ever seen. AC/DC stole the show from the balance of the big-name bands which followed during the course of that day. Every one of the hundreds of concerts I’ve seen since then has paled in comparison.Yes, AC/DC has had many other great albums since, and some less than so great. But this album really portrays them at their genesis, and you must have it to truly appreciate their legacy and evolution. They’ve just released “Stiff Upper Lip”–which I do like, but the hormonal and creative buzz of this Dirty Deeds era isn’t the same, and having this CD is the only sure way to recall the diabolical beginnings of this great band that has inspired many of us throughout the years. (AC/DC for years was somewhat of a cult band with a very limited, albeit loyal following; it wasn’t until Back in Black that they really hit mainstream, and by then Bon was gone.) It’s nice to see AC/DC now on the short list of All-Time Biggest Bands, they deserve it, but their initial up and coming days will always be what I find most interesting in their prolonged history. Final note: No one seems to mention “Powerage.” This is a truly savage album that will scald the enamel off anyone’s chompers. So, if you’re hungry for pure heat, do investigate. It also captures their early spirit, especially as it bristles with the confidence and audacity of a band that knows it’s magic.