This came out in 2000 — or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
You know, for a band that essentially has two types of songs — the midtempo headbanging ones and the faster, um, headbanging ones — AC/DC sure have made the most of ’em.
And — surprise! — they continue to on Stiff Upper Lip, their 17th album and first since 1995’s Ballbreaker. You get about half a dozen of each variation — the title track and Satellite Blues head down the Highway to Hell yet again, while Safe in New York City is basically Let There Be Rock in the Big Apple. All are performed exactly as every AC/DC song has been since the beginning of time: With Angus throttling the neck of his SG to produce bad-boy boogie riffs, Phil Rudd laying down a backbeat so solidly simple and in-the-pocket groovy that it makes Charlie Watts seem flamboyantly undisciplined, and Brian Johnson shrieking like a teenage girl whose boyfriend just got impaled in a horror movie. Bottom line: If you’re a fan, you’ll still be one after Still Upper Lip. If you aren’t, you still won’t be — no matter how many times you hear those same two songs.
