I wanted to take a moment to say a few words about Malcolm Young. First and foremost I would like to send my condolences to his family for their loss.
I had one great opportunity to meet Malcolm and his brother Angus for a recording session on an as yet unreleased epic guitar album called "What The Hell Was I Thinking?" The session took place at "Joe's Garage," a rehearsal facility in North Hollywood California sometime in the early 90's. I was fortunate that day to be able to witness both of their brilliant guitar styles up close.
Both of them were, and still, continue to be huge musical inspirations to me. I would like to specifically focus on Malcolm now. His guitar sound has always been the foundation of AC/DC's music. It's very difficult to express in words all of the nuances that he imparted into his playing. I see it like this; Malcolm's sound is made from metal and wood vibrating together, squeezed through magnets and wires, funneled electrically into blazing tubes that burned off dust into the atmosphere, creating the authentic fragrance of rock and roll, all the while forcing massive amounts of air through speakers that have been pushed to within an inch of their lives. They ultimately sacrificed themselves to amplify the complex simplicity and true genius of his guitar style and captivating riff composing wizardry for all of our enjoyment.
Perhaps words are not necessary since his playing was best expressed by feel. Anyone who has ever listened to an AC/DC song knows that there is a direct transfer of energy from their performance right out through the speakers into your face, long before reaching your ears!
There is no better defintion of badass than the sound of AC/DC.
Malcolm is unique in the world of rhythm guitarists. He played with so much attitude that he sounded like a distorted jet engine but had precision and clarity in his tone that allowed him to articulate his chord voicings. He played with authority and had a deep groove. The riffs he wrote and played were devastatingly powerful even when they were at their least complex. The arrangements were always tight like a shredded boxer's physique.
I first heard AC/DC when I was 12 and I will never forget the excitement of hearing their music. When I want to feel energized by music, AC/DC is at the top of my list. It always delivers the power!
The world is a better place for having had Malcolm to work his guitar magic. He should be appreciated for his contributions to a timeless sound.
RIP Malcolm. Thank you for your music!