AC/DC roared back in Minneapolis with a fiery PWR UP tour kickoff, proving time only fueled their legendary rock and roll power. A true rock revival!

After nearly a decade away from the stage, AC/DC unleashed a ferocious storm of sound in Minneapolis, reminding the world that true rock and roll never fades—it only grows more powerful. Opening their long-anticipated PWR UP Tour at U.S. Bank Stadium, the band delivered a night that felt less like a concert and more like a seismic event, rattling the rafters and the hearts of everyone lucky enough to be there.

Brian Johnson, whose return to the stage marked a triumphant comeback after hearing loss forced him into hiatus, hit the microphone with an electrifying vengeance. His unmistakable scream tore through the cavernous stadium with the same raw force fans remembered from decades past. Any doubts about whether Johnson still had the fire were obliterated within the first few seconds of the opening number.

Angus Young, the eternal schoolboy of rock, was a human inferno from the moment he duck-walked onto the stage. Dressed in his signature cap and uniform, his guitar sliced through the air like a lightning bolt. Every solo was a furious sprint through decades of hard rock history, and his boundless energy left even the youngest fans gasping for breath just watching him.

The setlist was a masterclass in rock greatness. Opening with a thunderous version of “Are You Ready,” the band launched into a relentless sequence of classics, including “Back in Black,” “Shoot to Thrill,” and “Thunderstruck.” Newer tracks from their PWR UP album, like “Shot in the Dark,” slotted perfectly alongside the old anthems, proving that AC/DC’s latest material stands proudly next to their legendary hits.

Visually, the show was a spectacle worthy of AC/DC’s reputation. Towers of pyrotechnics shot flames high above the stage, and cannons boomed during “For Those About to Rock (We Salute You),” sending shockwaves through the building. A sea of fists pumped the air in unison, and when the famous church bells tolled for “Hells Bells,” the entire stadium seemed to freeze, breathless and reverent.

One of the most touching moments of the night came when Brian Johnson, after tearing through “Rock and Roll Train,” took a few moments to speak directly to the crowd. With genuine emotion cracking his voice, he thanked fans for their loyalty and their patience, calling their support “the loudest heartbeat that kept us alive.” The roar of appreciation from the crowd was deafening.

Cliff Williams, stoic and solid on bass, anchored the rhythm with drummer Matt Laug, who is stepping in for Phil Rudd on this tour. Their chemistry was flawless, offering the kind of thunderous backbone that allowed Angus and Stevie Young (filling in for the late Malcolm Young) to ride the riffs into the stratosphere.

Throughout the night, it was impossible not to notice how deeply the audience was connected to the music. Fans from multiple generations—gray-bearded veterans and teenage newcomers alike—sang every lyric as if their lives depended on it. Couples embraced during “You Shook Me All Night Long,” and strangers high-fived wildly during the volcanic finale of “Highway to Hell.”

For longtime followers of the band, the Minneapolis show wasn’t just a concert; it was a deeply emotional return. Seeing Johnson back where he belonged, seeing Angus leaping and duck-walking like a man half his age, it reinforced a simple truth: AC/DC is not merely surviving—they’re thriving.

The PWR UP Tour was built around resilience, and that spirit coursed through every moment of the show. From health battles to lineup changes to years of uncertainty, AC/DC had faced every imaginable challenge—and met it all head-on with the only weapons they’ve ever needed: pure volume, pure grit, and pure heart.

Even small details, like Angus’s mischievous grin during “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” or Johnson’s joyful stomps across the stage during “T.N.T.,” reminded everyone why AC/DC has remained beloved for nearly fifty years. They don’t just play music; they radiate an attitude that life is meant to be loud, proud, and gloriously rebellious.

As the final notes of “For Those About to Rock” rang out, and the cannons blasted for the last time, the crowd stood stunned, sweat-soaked, and grinning ear to ear. There was a sense that no one wanted to leave—that to walk away would be to leave behind something ancient and sacred.

This tour isn’t a farewell, and it isn’t a nostalgia trip. It’s a full-throttle, unapologetic celebration of everything AC/DC stands for: power, loyalty, spirit, and the kind of primal joy that only truly great rock and roll can ignite. Minneapolis wasn’t just the start of a tour—it was the beginning of a thunderous second act for one of the greatest bands in music history.