AC/DC fans, this one is gonna piss you off and break your heart at the same time.
AC/DC, one of the last standing giants of real, thunderous rock ‘n’ roll, just played the Rose Bowl in Pasadena, and by all accounts, the band was phenomenal. Brian Johnson still howling like he’s made of gravel and gasoline. Angus Young still duckwalking across the stage like a man half his age, shredding that guitar.
Well, the problem? Not the band. But the crowd. We’re talking about a crowd so bad it straight-up ruined the vibe of the night.
One fan on Reddit put it perfectly, and when we say perfectly, we mean you can feel the frustration radiating off the screen.
This guy was pumped, Argentinian dude, used to stadiums where crowds lose their absolute minds for hours, singing every lyric like it’s a national anthem. He hits the pit at the Rose Bowl expecting chaos, expecting passion. Instead? He finds parents with 7-year-olds, people telling him to “stop singing,” and even called security on him for being too excited.
He said: “I’m not exaggerating, I was next to the runway where Angus and Brian were, and I was the only person around me singing and jumping. People looked at me like I was the problem. Some told me to quiet down during Angus’s solo. I even had a parent say “there’s only 3 songs left, hang in there” to their crying child.”
It gets worse. Someone actually asked security if they could turn the speakers down as their child is autistic.
Now, look, real talk, we are all for people of all backgrounds getting to enjoy music. But this is AC/DC. This is not “quiet acoustic poetry night at Barnes & Noble.”
You don’t ask Angus Young to turn down the amps. That’s like asking a shark to please swim slower because you’re scared of fins.
You wanna bring a kid to a rock show? Amazing. But you better bring some ear protection and the understanding that the place is about to get loud, and unhinged. Otherwise you’re in the wrong building.
And here’s the saddest part. AC/DC are in their final years. This might be the last time in Pasadena. And instead of giving them the kind of crowd they deserve — the kind of night that ends with you hoarse, exhausted, grinning like a lunatic, they got this.
