AC/DC IS FUCKING DELUSIONAL

Hey I understand that musicians are all intense and shit after working tirelessly on their art. Fine. But does the definition of art extend to the thudding, monotonous butt-rock of AC/DC? Doubt it. Regardless, nothing gets the ire up like a petulant rocker demanding his music be enjoyed a certain way. Especially when it's dumbshit Angus Young, 84, whose gloriously low-brow bonercore songs shan't be made available for individual download. Young tells The Telegraph:

We don't make singles, we make albums. Way back in the Seventies, we drew these figures on the back of an envelope for our record company; we showed them how much they earned from us if we sold one million singles and how much they earned if we sold one million albums. The difference was staggering. That was to get them off our back because we only very grudgingly release singles. Our real reason is that we honestly believe the songs on any of our albums belong together. If we were on iTunes, we know a certain percentage of people would only download two or three songs from the album - and we don't think that represents us musically.

My tone is approaching hysterical, but these comments show that holy fuck Angus Young is out of touch. When AC/DC starting selling serious albums, the Young brothers' approach may have been logical, even defiant. In 2008, it's idiotic, the anti-Trent Reznor. See, there's this thing called the Internet now; listeners don't have to pay for shit they don't want. That's point A. Point B is that AC/DC albums have a long and storied history of sucking ass. Take all the good -- nay, listenable songs from post-Mutt Lange AC/DC and marvel as they fit snugly on one CD. That is, until the sublime Stiff Upper Lip -- but that's not to say it's dud-free and/or worth $17.99. And what about the forthcoming Black Ice, with its exhausting 15 tracks? On listen five, I can't even tell most songs apart for all the mid-tempos, flat melodies, and identical structures. (Where is producer Brendan O'Brien on this album?) And finally, point C: Musicians in 2008 are now more similar to chefs; you can be all awesome, but I'll still slurp down your masterpiece with a Tahitian Treat chased by some cookies. And the above quote is just more coded language from the Young camp that translates to Buy our record at Wal-Mart, suckers. Nevarrr!