No band has made an album that has sold more than 'Back In Black'. And few have bettered its title track, a statement of invincibility and AC/DC's affectionate tribute to their late singer and all the good times they shared.

Got a cheating partner, a lecherous teacher or a clingy girlfriend? Just call Mr Bon Scott on 362-4360 and he'll sort it. Permanently.

More guns firing, this time in a salute to those who are, um, about to rock. Live, the 'DC's bombastic volleys of cannon fire have been known to cause grown men to gently, and happily, poo their pants.

a love letter to the road and all its mucky pleasures, when Scott sings 'Hey momma, look at me, I'm on my way to the Promised Land!' you can practically hear his erection straining against his jeans. Honest.

the first song on the first 'DC album outside Australia laid down a blueprint they haven't deviated from: crunching power chords, a stomping beat and a sizzling guitar solo from Angus Young aged 19. Nice bagpipes solo, too.

ORIGINALLY INCLUDED on the Australian version of 'Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap', this rather tragic tale concerns an old lag who finally flees his captors only to be gunned down by a prison guard. Unlucky.

'LET THERE be sound...light...drums...guitar...Let there be ROCK!' Chuck in a teeth-rattling, crotch-kicking riff and you've got a more believable alternative to the Book Of Genesis.

The best song on AC/DC's most underrated album. An every day tale of 'pigs' hassling innocents. Augmented by big fuck off riffs.

ANOTHER SELF-EXPLANATORY anthem with Bon Scott slipping into character as a juvenile delinquent. The singer served nine months in a detention centre at 16 for 'unlawful carnal knowledge' and stealing petrol. Bad ass!

an affecting tale of a drifter seeking to move on from past mistakes. Proof that Bon could sing like a wounded angel.

This laidback homage to bad boy boogie rounds off 'Back In Black' elegantly: 'Rock 'n' roll ain't no riddle man,' sings Johnson, 'to me it makes good, good sense'. Wise words.

'WHEN I left school and grew my hair they didn't understand, they wanted me to be respected as a doctor or a lawyer man... but I had other other plans'. A glorious mission statement from Ronald Belford 'Bon' Scott, arguably the greatest rock frontman ever.

The gent in question is apparently a 'wheeler', a 'dealer', a 'woman stealer', a 'bruiser', a 'cruiser' and a 'rockin' rollin' man'. That James Blunt has a lot to answer for.

Brian 'Beano' Johnson is a man of simple tastes: his 'gun' here is a 'penis' that he likes to 'fire at will'. Phew, that's alright then.

A HEARTFELT paean to Las Vegas, Atlantic City or even Blackpool, 'Sin City' is a celebration of the high rolling lifestyle and the eternal optimism of the gambler in all of us.

You might think as they hit 50 AC/DC might elevate their minds from the gutter: you'd be wrong. 'I was born with a stiff, a stiff upper lip,' wheezes Beano filthily. Dirty old bugger.

One of the great AC/DC intros: one string widdling from Angus, a gang of yobs hollering 'THUN-DUH!' and an animalistic drum beat. Watch 'em do it on the 'Live At Donington' DVD and then say you don't 'get' AC/DC.

ROCK STARS love sexual euphemisms. Why sing about cocks and fannies when you can sing about the satisfaction to be derived slipping a hand into a 'velvet glove'. Lovely.

Bon pulls a 42-39-56 'honey' and finds that the bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin', the looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand, etc. We've all been there, eh?

let's cut to the bone: she didn't 'shake' him all night long, she fucked him. And he liked it.