AC/DC: Clap, It's AC/DC!
Mat Snow, NME, 25 August 1984
JUST OCCASIONALLY Robert Wyatt gets elbowed off my turntable in favour of something a little more...lycanthropic. Something to transport me away from the pristine confines of my ivory tower towards the wheel of a sleek, black, killing-machine. I throb. I snarl. I terrorise the neighbours.
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