I may not be able to recall the numeric combination on the lock I use four times a week, but I can tell you exactly where I was when I first heard the AC/DC track “Highway to Hell.” June 1978, alone, listening to WLUP, driving my parents silver ford Fairmont wagon with red pleather interior, on Molitor Road, heading south of I-88, Aurora, IL. (Yep the Aurora of Wayne’s World. A bit which was as remarkably accurate as it was funny, imo.) The late afternoon summer sun was bright on the windshield as the drums kicked in behind the opening D chord of the title track.
Producer Mutt Lange
was in full maestro-mode on that album, fleshing out the very best elements of a great hard rock band and distilling them to their most potent punch. When Bon Scott’s voice kicked in, I nearly drove off the road as I cranked the volume to “11″ and my foot hit the accelerator.
If you want a lesson in doing things right in the studio, listen closely to this recording. The line-up is basic: vocals, two guitars, bass, drums. Each track’s arrangement and mix is tightly constructed and meticulously straightforward. There are no accidents on the album. Every note, every swelling chord, every accented beat, sounds like it could exist in no better space other than that precise moment. As with all great music, on Highway to Hell, God is in the Details.