We went to see AC/DC on the Black Ice tour last night.

One word. Awesome.

Now, if you know me, you'll know I very, very rarely use that word. But there is no other way to describe it. It was quite literally amazing. It was a rock concert yes, so it was loud. But this was beyond loud, it was music experienced on a physical level. There were banks of amps like you wouldn't believe and the sound reverberated through your body with each beat.

The atmosphere was fantastic and the sheer diversity of people? Again, amazing. There were the guys like Mr C. with the old tour tshirts on. The guy sat next to us was proudly proclaiming that the tshirt he was wearing was older than the brother in law who was accompanying him. Mr C's tshirt was from the Razor's edge tour so was approximately eighteen years old. Me, I wore a boring black tee, and switched to a tour shirt after a quick visit to the merchandise stand.

That being said... I have a gripe. Large is NOT a bloody size 12-14. Unless you're a twig. Com'on! That's gotta be medium surely? I'd love to know what model they size these bloody things on! I brought the large and well, I couldn't have brought a smaller one because it wouldn't have fit in a-hem, certain areas. I'm not that busty either, but hey, it was a new experience having my bust addressed instead of my face. At first it was a novel experience but the novelty soon wore off. By the end of the night, I could cheerfully have swung for people over it.

So, back to the show. The supporting act were 'The Answer'. Good band, sounded good. Will check them out on itunes later. Cute guitar player.

But AC/DC... words fail me. At first I hadn't realised they'd come on stage. This kid ran on, and as there were a lot of kids dressed up in the Angus schoolboy uniform, I actually thought one of them had gotten on stage. It was only when the rest of the band followed him I realised it actually WAS Angus. He's tiny!!

The stage show was out of this world. There was a HUGE train to start with. With different effects for different songs, like for TNT, there were flame jets. Whole lotta Rosie was of course accompanied by a massive blow up doll doing something entirely inappropriate with her hand.

Not that Brian got to sing for the start of that song, or for some of the others. It must be extremely flattering for any band to have the audience know every song, practically from the first chord or two, which was what was happening. And with Rosie, Johnson didn't actually sing into well into the song. At first he was waving the crowd on and the noise level was immense with us all singing. Then we all just carried on and he was laughing (could see him on the big screen) and had this look on his face like 'well, I can't actually get a word in edgeways here so carry on'.

Overall, there was much singing, Mr C and I are both absolutely hoarse this morning, my legs hurt from jumping up and down like mad for two hours and my ears only stopped ringing about an hour ago. I will no doubt go on and on about this for DAYS now. It was literally that good.