What’s occurring, butt? Gather round, because the kings of rock ’n’ roll thunder have once again proven that you simply cannot keep a good riff down — not even in Melbourne, where the EPA reckons AC/DC’s show was a bit on the loud side.

And by “a bit on the loud side”, I mean… they got two whole noise complaints. TWO. Out of a stadium packed with tens of thousands of people going full Highway to Hel—YESS MUN! 🔥

Honestly? Proper job.

🤘 AC/DC Shake Melbourne to Its Core

At their Melbourne stop, the Aussie legends did what they’ve been doing since dinosaurs first learned to headbang:
🎸 Cranked the amps
🥁 Hit the drums like they owed them money
⚡ Made the earth wobble just a tad

According to Blunt Mag and the EPA, a couple of locals decided the gods of thunder were a touch too thunderous and phoned in complaints about the volume.

Let’s be real though — complaining about AC/DC being loud is like complaining the sea is wet. It’s their entire personality. Their brand. Their life mission. Their raison d’être.

If you go to sleep during an AC/DC gig, you’re either a ghost or a very brave pensioner.

😅 Two Complaints? That’s Practically a Compliment

Given the decibel demolition these lads are famous for, TWO complaints is shockingly low.

Honestly, I expected:

  • 48 complaints from angry dads in slippers
  • 12 dogs howling in protest
  • A small crack forming in a building somewhere near St Kilda
  • At least one nan saying “turn that bloody racket down!”

But nope. Two. That’s it.
Melbourne clearly knows what’s good for them.

🏴 If This Was Wales…

Only in Wales, mun, the council would be OUTSIDE the venue like:
“C’MON BUTT, ONE MORE SONG!”
“PLAY ‘THUNDERSTRUCK’ AGAIN!”
“TURN IT UP, YOU COWARDS!”

And the valleys?
They’d send in noise requests, not complaints.

⚡ AC/DC: Still Louder Than Your Mate’s Dad’s Motorbike

Even after decades of melting faces and igniting amps, AC/DC remain:

  • The loudest band per square inch
  • The most likely to cause a mild earthquake
  • The only rockers who can make noise complaints sound like trophies

Angus still duck-walks like he’s trying to outrun the tax man, the riffs hit harder than a runaway sheep in Brecon, and the crowd goes home with their bones pleasantly rearranged.

That’s rock ’n’ roll therapy, that is. Tidy.

🎤 Final Thoughts: Long Live the Noise

In a world full of quiet quitting, silent discos, and people whispering into podcast microphones like they’re sharing state secrets…
thank the rock gods AC/DC are still loud enough to register on seismographs.

EPA, with all due respect:
Let the boys crank it.
Let the neighbours tremble.
Let the riffs reign.

Because if AC/DC aren’t loud, something’s gone terribly wrong with the universe. 🤘⚡🔥