AC/DC made a blazing return in Minneapolis, launching the PWR UP tour with a surge of raw energy that proved time has only intensified their legendary rock power. An unforgettable revival of pure rock and roll

After nearly ten years away from the live stage, AC/DC exploded back into action in Minneapolis with a comeback that felt more like a rock and roll earthquake than a simple concert. Launching their highly awaited PWR UP Tour at U.S. Bank Stadium, the band shook the foundation of the venue and reasserted their place in the pantheon of rock giants with unrelenting force and unmistakable power.

Brian Johnson’s long-awaited return was met with roaring cheers as he took the mic with defiance and pride. The years of silence brought on by hearing issues melted away the moment his iconic scream sliced through the night. His voice, as fierce and gravel-edged as ever, sent shockwaves through the crowd, immediately silencing any doubt about whether he still had the fire.

Angus Young arrived like a bolt of lightning, his trademark schoolboy uniform in full swing and his guitar screaming with fury. From the first duck-walk across the stage, Angus commanded attention with solos that tore through the air. His performance wasn’t just energetic—it was blistering, and watching him tear across the stage was like witnessing rock history being written in real time.

The band opened the night with a high-octane “Are You Ready,” then powered through a relentless barrage of classics. “Back in Black,” “Thunderstruck,” and “Shoot to Thrill” lit up the venue, while newer material like “Shot in the Dark” slid in seamlessly, proving that AC/DC’s modern sound holds up just as fiercely as their timeless hits.

From the moment the stage lit up, the visuals matched the sound in intensity. Geysers of fire erupted, lights strobed like sirens, and cannon blasts shook the stadium during “For Those About to Rock.” The iconic church bell toll during “Hells Bells” brought a hush over the crowd, a spiritual pause before the next sonic assault.

After a fiery run through “Rock and Roll Train,” Brian Johnson took a rare pause to speak from the heart. His voice cracked slightly—not from strain, but emotion—as he thanked fans for sticking with them through the years. He called their loyalty “the heartbeat that kept us alive,” and the crowd’s deafening roar back was a loud, tear-filled thank you of its own.

Holding down the rhythm section, Cliff Williams was as solid as ever on bass, locking in seamlessly with Matt Laug, who’s stepping in for Phil Rudd on this tour. Stevie Young, Malcolm’s nephew, kept the spirit of his late uncle alive on rhythm guitar, laying the groundwork for Angus to soar. Their collective chemistry created the relentless engine behind every track.

The crowd’s devotion was obvious all night long. Fans spanning generations—teenagers, longtime rock veterans, even entire families—belted every lyric like it was stitched into their DNA. From slow-burning anthems to full-throttle bangers, the unity of 50,000 people singing in sync was a reminder of just how deeply AC/DC’s music is woven into the culture of rock.

For devoted fans, the Minneapolis show was more than a concert—it was a reunion with legends. Seeing Johnson back in his element and Angus blazing across the stage with the agility of someone half his age was proof that the band isn’t just surviving—they’re stronger than ever, revitalized by the music and the love from the fans.

The entire PWR UP Tour stands as a testament to AC/DC’s endurance. After setbacks ranging from lineup changes to health scares, the band has returned not just intact—but fiercer, louder, and more unified than ever. Their message is simple: no matter what comes their way, rock and roll will always be their answer.

Moments of joy and character peppered the night—like Angus flashing a cheeky grin during “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap,” or Johnson stomping across the stage with glee during “T.N.T.” These little expressions of fun reminded everyone that for AC/DC, performing isn’t just a job—it’s who they are, heart and soul.

When the final blasts of “For Those About to Rock” rang out, and the stadium filled with cannon smoke and ecstatic screams, fans stood frozen in awe. No one wanted to move. The moment was too raw, too epic, too sacred to be rushed. It was the kind of finale that stays etched in your bones.

This tour doesn’t feel like a goodbye. It feels like a declaration—that AC/DC isn’t riding on past glory, they’re still building it. The Minneapolis kickoff wasn’t just the start of another run of shows; it was the ignition of a second wind that promises to keep roaring across cities with the power only AC/DC can summon.