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AC/DC: If You Want Blood (You've Got It)

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Epic Records
Released: 1978
Time:
 52:40
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Harry Vanda, George Young
Rating: ******.... (6/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.acdc.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2010
Price in €: 2,00





 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Riff Raff (Scott/Young/Young) - 5:59
[2] Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be (Scott/Young/Young) - 4:10
[3] Bad Boy Boogie (Lee/Mars/Scott/Sixx/Young/Young - 7:29
[4] The Jack (Scott/Young/Young) - 5:48
[5] Problem Child (Scott/Young/Young) - 4:40
[6] Whole Lotta Rosie (Scott/Young/Young) - 4:05
[7] Rock 'N' Roll Damnation (Scott/Young/Young) - 3:41
[8] High Voltage (Scott/Young/Young) - 5:05
[9] Let There Be Rock (Scott/Young/Young) - 8:33
[10] Rocker (Scott/Young/Young) - 3:24

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Phil Rudd - Drums
Bon Scott - Vocals
Cliff Williams - Bass
Angus Young - Guitar
Malcolm Young - Guitar

Harry Vanda - Producer
George Young - Producer
Mike Fraser - Mastering Supervisor
George Marino - Digital Remastering
UE Nastasi - Digital Assembly
Al Quaglieri - Mastering Supervisor
Claude Gassian - Photography
Jim Houghton - Photography
Veuige - Photography
Richard Bienstock - Liner Notes
Bob Defrin - Art Direction

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


1978 LP Atco SD-19212-2
1978 CS Eastwest 7567815534
1994 CS Atco 92447
1998 CD EMI Music Distribution 4946692
2003 CD Epic 80205
2003 CS Epic 80205
2003 LP Epic 80205
2003 CD Sony Music Distribution 6659
2003 CD Sony Music Distribution 5107632
2009 LP EPC 5107631

Recorded live in 1978. Originally released on Atlantic (19212). Includes liner notes by Rich Bienstock.

The hard rock world got a close-up view of the power of AC/DC with the band's first live offering, IF YOU WANT BLOOD, YOU'VE GOT IT. Although the Australian rockers had three prior studio releases of undeniable crunch under their belt, it was this live document that captured the band in all its' chomping power chord glory. Distilling the blues and rock 'n' roll down to its barest structures of guitar/bass/drums leaves little room for error. Without heavy production techniques, keyboards, tape loops (or even an effect pedal, for that matter), the band takes to the stage with only bare-knuckle riffs and a floor shaking 4/4 beat. And shake the floor they did. Many of the tunes included here are became early live classics for the band. Certainly, "The Jack", a gleeful tale of sexually transmitted disease and "Whole Lotta Rosie",another heart-warming romp about a...uh...large female fan were concert staples during the band's formative years for good reason. Led by Angus Young's gargantuan guitar, these songs are trademark boogie stoppers full of adolescent lust and a hedonistic sweat that is entirely guilt free.



AC/DC was fast becoming one of rock's top live acts by the late '70s. Few others could match the band's electrifying live performances: Angus Young's never-ending energy and wise-ass antics, Bon Scott's whiskey-soaked vocals, and the rest of the band's penchant for nailing simple, yet extremely effective and memorable, riffs and grooves. While most other rock bands of the era were busy experimenting with disco or creating studio-perfected epics, AC/DC was one of the few specializing in raw and bluesy hard rock, as evidenced by 1978's live set, If You Want Blood You've Got It. Recorded during their world tour in support of their Powerage album, If You Want Blood contains many of AC/DC's best compositions up until that point: "Bad Boy Boogie" (complete with the break-down section in which Young would "strip"), "The Jack," "Problem Child," "Whole Lotta Rosie," "High Voltage," "Let There Be Rock," and "Rocker." Strangely, their early anthem "Sin City" was not included, and there's a slight sense of studio enhancement on certain tracks. While the first disc of the 1997 box set Bonfire is the best document of live Bon Scott-era AC/DC ("Live From the Atlantic Studios"), If You Want Blood You've Got It is highly recommended.

Greg Prato - All Music Guide



The duelling guitars of the Young brothers, here still combined with the superlatively demonic tones of original singer Bon Scott, have never been so well showcased as on this live album from their Powerage tour. Masters of the killer riff, AC/DC were at this stage still in full command of the tongue-in-cheek Australian energy that served them so well. With Angus Young's crackling lead guitar fluently tearing up every solo spot he gets with exuberant panache and Bon Scott exuding equal helpings of leering menace and outsider humour, the result is a superlatively potent brew. Above all, their music has a real sense of dynamics, space and pace - essential for any such music to be truly effective. All of this album is essential listening, but in particular don't miss "Hell Ain't A Bad Place To Be", "Whole Lotta Rosie" and "Problem Child".

James Swift - Amazon.co.uk



If You Want Blood... You´ve Got It (1978) gehört zu den fünf wichtigsten und besten Heavy-Rock-Liveplatten aller Zeiten und das nicht nur wegen des kultigen Backcover-Fotos (Angus Young liegt, von seiner eigenen Gitarre durchbohrt, vor Phil Rudds Drumkit). Seit den seligen Zeiten von The Whos Live At Leeds klang keine Konzertdokumentation mehr so erdig und ehrlich, knisterten keine Gitarren-Amps mehr so authentisch, fiepten und knarzten keine Klampfen mehr so quicklebendig aus der Stereoanlage. Hier atmet alles den Geist des Rock´n´Roll, und wenn man die Augen schließt, glaubt man sich in einer jener Hallen, in denen die Australier ´78 einen Hit nach dem anderen auf die vollkommen ausrastenden Menschenmengen abfeuerten. "Riff Raff", "Hell Ain´t A Bad Place To Be", "Bad Boy Boogie", "The Jack", "Problem Child", "Whole Lotta Rosie", "Rock´n´Roll Damnation", "High Voltage", "Let There Be Rock" und "Rocker" - no fillers, just killers. Der Bühnensound wurde zwar hinterher im Studio und ein zweites Mal beim Remastern für die neue CD-Version deutlich aufgewertet, der Spirit der frühen AC/DC bleibt aber vollkommen erhalten. Hier rockt eine der besten, tightesten und agilsten Rockbands aller Zeiten auf dem Höhepunkt ihrer Karriere eine Setlist herunter, die auch in 100 Jahren noch ihren Ehrenplatz in der Konzert-Hall Of Fame innehaben wird.

Michael Rensen - Amazon.de
 

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Riff Raff

See it on the television every day
Hear it on the radio
It ain't humid but it sure is hot
Down in Mexico
The boy is trying to tell me
Near enough to the edge (beginning of the end)
Say they've all been there
Too late my friend
CHORUS:
Riff raff
I'm only in it for the laughs (ha ha ha)
Riff raff
Go on, laugh yourself in half
(Smile awhile)
Now I'm the kind of guy who keeps his big mouth shut
Don't bother me
Somebody give me one arm up
Leave me in misery
I've never shot nobody
Don't even carry a gun
I ain't done nothing wrong
I'm just having fun
CHORUS


Hell Ain't A Bad Place To Be

Hey you
Yeah you

Sometimes I think
This woman is kinda hot
Sometimes I think
This woman is sometimes not
Puts me down, fool me around
Why she do it to me
Out for satisfaction, any piece of action
That ain't the way it should be

She needs love, knows I'm the man
She's gotta see
Pours my beer, licks my ear
Brings out the devil in me
Hell ain't a bad place to be

Spends my money, drinks my booze
Stays out every night
And I got to thinking, hey, just a minute
Something ain't right
All the disillusions and confusion
Make me wanna to cry
Oh, the same, you're playin' your games
Tellin' me those lies

Don't mind her playing a demon
Long as it's with me
If this is hell then you could say
It's heavenly
Hell ain't a bad place to be

Then late at night, turns down the lights
Closes up on me
Opens my heart, tears it apart
Brings out the devil in me

Hell, ain't no bad place to be
I said hell, ain't no bad place to be
Hell, ain't no bad place to be
You know that hell, ain't no bad place to be


Bad Boy Boogie

1,2
On the day I was born
The rain fell down
There was trouble brewing in my home town
It was the seventh day
I was the seventh son
And it scared the hell out of everyone

They said stop I said go
They said fast I said slow
They said yes I said no
I do the bad boy boogie

Bein' a bad boy ain't that bad
I've had me more dirty women
Than most men ever had, oh
All you women come along with me
And I'll show you how good
A bad boy can be

I said right and they said left
I said east and they said west
I said up and they said down
I do the bad boy boogie
All over town

I wont tell you no stories
Tell you no lies
I was born to love
Till the day I die
I just line 'em up
And I knock 'em down
And they all came-a-runnin'
When the word got 'round
Just keep a runnin'

I said up they said down/Bad boy boogie
They said straight I said round/Bad boy boogie
They said lost I get found/Bad boy boogie
I said free they said bound/Bad boy boogie
Bad boy boogie
Do the bad boy boogie
Bad boy boogie
Bad boy boogie


The Jack

She gave me the Queen
She gave me the King
She was wheelin' and dealin'
Just doin' her thing
She was holdin' a pair
But I had to try
Her Deuce was wild
But my Ace was high
But how was I to know
That she'd been dealt with before
Said she'd never had a Full House
But I should have known
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right

She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack

Poker face was her name
Poker face was her nature
Poker straight was her game
If she knew she could get you
She played 'em fast
And she played 'em hard
She could close her eyes
And feel every card
But how was I to know
That she'd been shuffled before
Said she'd never had a Royal Flush
But I should have known
That all the cards were comin'
From the bottom of the pack
And if I'd known what she was dealin' out
I'd have dealt it back

She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, and who knows what else?
She's got the jack, yeah, yeah
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack

She's got the jack, she's got the jack,
Ooh, It was a bad deal, (Jack)
She gave me the (Jack), hey
She's got the (Jack), she's got the (Jack)
She's got the (Jack), ooh can't you tell
She's got the (Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack)
(She's got the jack, she's got the Jack)
She's got the jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the jack, you never know!
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack
She's got the jack, and it hurts!
(She's got the jack)
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack
Aaaaaah!

Oooooh!
(Thank you, thank you, thank you people, thank you, thank you
I'm glad you like the show, yes, thank you very much folks.
Goodnight and God bless!)


Problem Child

Cop this
I'm hot
And when I'm not
I'm cold as ice
Get out of my way
Just step aside
Or pay the price

What I want I take
What I don't I break
And I don't want you
With a flick of my knife
I can change your life
There's nothing you can do

I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child, yes I am
I'm a problem child
And I'm wild

Make my stand
No mans land
On my own
Man in blue
It's up to you
The seed is sown

What I want I stash
What I don't I smash
And you're on my list
Dead or alive got a .45
And I never miss

I'm a problem child, ey
I'm a problem child, yow
I'm a problem child
Just runnin' wild, ha ha

'Eh oo
Just watch your step

Every night
Street light
I drink my booze
Some run
Some fight
But I win they lose
What I need I like
What I don't I fight
And I don't like you
So say bye bye
While your still alive
Your time is through

'Cause I'm a problem child, yow
I'm a problem child
I'm a problem child
I'm a problem chi-ih-ih-ild
Problem child
I'm a problem child
And my mother hates me
I'm a problem child, oh yeah
I'm a problem child, hey yeah
Problem child
Problem child
Problem child
Problem child
And you've got troubles, I've got mine
Problem child
Problem child
Problem child
Problem child
Woh, problem child
I'm a problem child
Problem child
I'm always in trouble/Problem child
Problem child
Problem child
Problem child
Problem child
Problem child
I'm a problem child/Problem child
Problem child
Problem child
Problem child
Problem child
Problem child


Whole Lotta Rosie

Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know
Ah, come to lovin'
Ooh, she steals the show
She ain't exactly pretty
Ain't exactly small
Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six
You could say she's got it all!

Never had a woman
Never had a woman like you

Doing all the things
Doing all the things you do

Ain't no fairy story
Ain't no skin and bone

But you give it all you got
Weighing in at nineteen stone

You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
And you're a whole lotta woman

Oh honey you can do it
Do it to me all night long

Only wanna turn
Only wanna turn me on

All through the night time
And right around the clock
Whooh! To my surprise, Rosie never stops
You are a whole lotta woman
Whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
A whole lotta woman
Ohh yeah

[Solo]

Oh, you're a whole lotta woman
Whole Lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta woman-man-man-man-man
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Whole Lotta Rosie
Whole lotta woman
Oh, whole lotta woman


Rock 'N' Roll Damnation

They say that you play too loud
Well baby that's tough
They say that you got too much
Can't get enough
They tell you that you look the fool
And, baby, I'm a fool for you
State that your mind's diseased
Shake your stuff

And it's a rock 'n' roll damnation
Ma's own whippin' boy
Rock 'n' roll damnation
Take your chance while you still got the choice

You say that you want respect
Honey, for what?
For everything that you've done for me, wyuh
Thanks a lot
C'mon, get up off your bended knees
You could set your mind at ease
My temperature's runnin' hot
And I've been waitin' all night for a bite o' what you got

And it's a rock 'n' roll damnation
Ma's own whippin' boy
Rock 'n' roll damnation
Take your chance while you still got the choice

Oh it's a hard life
Damnation
They're puttin' you down
Damnation
All over town
Damnation
'Cause you're way outta reach
Livin' on the streets you gotta practice what you preach

And it's a rock 'n' roll damnation
Ma's own whippin' boy
Rock 'n' roll damnation
Take your chance while you still got the choice

Damnation
Left a happy home
Damnation
To live on your own
Damnation
You want to live in sin
Damnation
It's a rock 'n' roll
Damnation
Just a bundle of joy
Damnation
You're a toy for a boy
Damnation
You got dollars in your eye
Damnation
Always chasin' that pie in the sky
Damnation
Rock 'n' roll
Damnation


High Voltage

Well you ask me 'bout the clothes I wear
And you ask me why I grow my hair
And you ask me why I'm in a band
I dig doin' one night stands
And you wanna see me doin' my thing
All you gotta do is plug me into high
I said high

High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage
High voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll

Well you ask me why I like to dance
And you ask me why I like to sing
And you ask me why I like to play
I got to get my kicks some way
And you ask me what I'm all about
Come on let me hear you shout high
I said high

High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage
High voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll

I said high
I said high, waooh

High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage
High voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll

Stars, bulbs, baby
Burn the spotlight, put the lights out, turn me on

High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
Wine, women and song
High voltage
High voltage
Plug me in, turn me on, I'm a sparklin' man/High voltage rock 'n' roll


Let There Be Rock

In the beginning
Back in nineteen fifty five
Man didn't know 'bout a rock 'n' roll show
'N all that jive
The white man had the schmaltz
The black man had the blues
No one knew what they was gonna do
But Tschaikovsky had the news, he said

Let there be light, and there was light
Let there be sound, and there was sound
Let there be drums, there was drums
Let there be guitar, there was guitar, ah
Let there be rock

And it came to pass
That rock 'n' roll was born
All across the land every rockin' band
Was blowin' up a storm
And the guitar man got famous
The business man got rich
And in every bar there was a superstar
With a seven year itch
There was fifteen million fingers
Learnin' how to play
And you could hear the fingers pickin'
And this is what they had to say

Let there be light, sound, drums, 'n guitar, ah
Let there be rock

One night in a club called the Shakin' Hand
There was a 42 decibel rockin' band
And the music was good
And the music was loud
And the singer turned and he said to the crowd

Let there be rock


Rocker

I'm a rocker
I'm a roller
I'm a riot out of controller
I'm a wheeler
I'm a dealer
I'm a wicked woman stealer
I'm a bruiser
I'm a cruiser
I'm a rockin' rollin' man
got slicked back hair
skin tight jeans
Cadillac car
And a teenage dream
i'm a rocker
i'm a roller
I'm a riot out of controller
I'm a rockin' rollin' man
I'm a rocker
I'm a roller
A rockin' rollin' man
Got lorex socks
Blue suede shoes
V8 car
And tattoos
I'm a rocker
I'm a roller
A rockin' rollin' man

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