Perth Stadium, Sunday December 8th 2025 –

Well, this reviewer admits that he has never seen the great band live, and this might be the last chance to see what they can do. Going in with a little scepticism that they still have it despite nearing their eighties, in the end there was nothing to worry about – AC/DC truly are the greatest rock band in the world.

Apologies to Southern River Band but I arrived late and heard them both from outside Perth Stadium as I walked across from Burswood Casino, and the last couple of songs from pretty close to the stage (after lining up for mid-strength beer first – Perth Stadium, why?). Great big sound from the Perth lads who can hold themselves in the stadium setting, and let’s be honest, suit it damn well. Some of the final sounds were ear-piercingly loud so was a little worried the whole night would be this loud…

Not to worry! Amyl arrived on stage with her trademark energy and attitude and the sound guys found their mojo.

I’ve missed the last few opportunities to see Amyl (playing the Railway Hotel, come on, play bigger venues or more shows) so was just as keen to see her as the headliners. Revelling in the stadium atmosphere she was a perfect warmup to the main event and seemed as enthusiastic about AC/DC playing as the rest of us. Amyl has an excellent catalogue of good old fashioned pub rock / punk tunes and the band sure know how to pump up an audience. I would love to see her playing in a small-town pub just to see how she interacts with the locals.

And with that it became time for the one and only AC/DC. Anticipation was high, and they came out and did not disappoint. Though physically ageing they appeared anything but old, and you could tell these guys aren’t doing it for the money, they clearly love what they do and want to keep doing it forever.

Angus moves like he always has, and man what a guitar player he is – spectacular. Brian has such control over his vocals these days (he must be maintaining them well, no one can naturally sing like this at 78) and he still screams louder than anyone in rock. By the time Thunderstruck hit, I, and everyone around me was giddy with excitement and just having a good goddamn time. I’m not sure I’ve ever been moved like I was when that thunder struck, it was something else and got me that little bit closer to the sublime, chills on top of chills on top of chills.

Playing plenty of songs from the Bon Scott era (Highway to Hell, TNT, Dirty Deeds, hard to pick a favourite but I’m a big fan of If You Want Blood, the set opener) as well as plenty from Johnson’s time, the band are tight, energetic, and just all round awesome. If they come again, even if they need mobility scooters to get around the giant stage (including a huge bell and cannons), I’ll be there with hells bells on.