In a world filled with change, there's something profoundly reassuring about AC/DC. They're like a James Bond film -- a winning formula, unvarying, but packed with loud noises, big explosions and stuff about busty lasses. You go in knowing what to expect and you're never disappointed. The boys are as ribald and rockin' as ever on their newest album, AC/DC's 17th to date. Never ones to pass up an opportunity for an oblique phallic reference, they've called it Stiff Upper Lip.

“By the way he carried himself, you really thought that Bon Scott was immortal,” says guitarist Angus Young of AC/DC’s late frontman. “He would drink like a fish, and when you saw him the next morning, he’d be no worse for wear. And you’d think to yourself, ‘How does this guy do this?’”

He wrenches solos from the neck of a battered Gibson SG with all the grace of a drunken dentist; his fingers practically trip over the frets. Hands like his are most often found on pork butchers, pinball players and wrist wrestlers. Yet Angus Young's hands have fashioned some of the most memorable guitar riffs in rock history, driving such classic scorchers as "Whole Lotta Rosie," "Highway To Hell" and "You Shook Me All Night Long."