AC/DC Unleashes Explosive “Whole Lotta Rosie” Performance in Tampa That Leaves Fans Stunned and Speechless
On the sultry evening of May 16, 2025, Tampa’s Raymond James Stadium transformed into a haven for rock enthusiasts as AC/DC unleashed a performance that redefined what it means to rock live. From the first lighting cue to the last blast of fireworks, the crowd was swept into a whirlwind of nostalgia, grit, and raw sound that only AC/DC can deliver.
Fans poured into the venue donning red-lit devil horns and time-worn shirts from tours gone by. Conversations buzzed with memories of past shows, but there was something about this night—something louder, wilder, and more alive than ever. It wasn’t just another concert; it was a pilgrimage.
The opening act, The Pretty Reckless, ignited the atmosphere with a searing set of their own. Taylor Momsen stalked the stage like a woman possessed, her voice tearing through the Florida humidity and revving up the massive crowd. Each song she sang felt like a warning: get ready, because the legends are next.
When the stadium lights dipped and the first riff of “If You Want Blood (You’ve Got It)” split the air, thousands screamed as one. AC/DC emerged with unrelenting energy, immediately claiming the stage with the confidence of a band that’s been at it for nearly five decades—and still dominates.
Angus Young, ever the maniacal heart of the band, bounded across the stage in his iconic schoolboy uniform. His solos were a masterclass in chaos and control, particularly during “Let There Be Rock,” where he tore into an extended performance that seemed to summon lightning straight into his fingertips.
The arrival of “Whole Lotta Rosie” was announced not just by the music, but by a massive inflatable Rosie rising behind the band. Towering over the stage, she swayed in time with the thundering groove as Brian Johnson belted out lyrics inspired by Bon Scott’s infamous encounter. The moment was a collision of history, spectacle, and sheer sonic power.
The crowd’s response was thunderous. Everyone knew the lyrics, shouting them like scripture. This wasn’t just a performance—it was a ritual. People danced, cried, and clung to the moment, realizing they were witnessing something unforgettable.
The setlist was a thunderous catalog of hits that spanned generations—“Back in Black,” “Hells Bells,” “Shoot to Thrill,” “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap,” and more. Each song was delivered with a precision that belied their age and a passion that proved AC/DC is far from done.
During “Highway to Hell,” the stadium felt as though it might lift off its foundations. Flames burst along the rim of the stage, and Brian Johnson howled the chorus with every bit of gravel and soul he’s ever had. Angus, drenched in sweat, spun in circles until he nearly collapsed, still shredding.
For the encore, the band erupted into “T.N.T.” as if they’d just started the show. The crowd went ballistic, fists in the air, singing back every line with rabid joy. Then came the mighty closer: “For Those About to Rock (We Salute You).” As the cannons roared and the fireworks rained overhead, people didn’t just cheer—they screamed with something primal.
This performance wasn’t just about sound or spectacle—it was about survival. It reminded every person there why rock music matters and why AC/DC still stands at the top of the mountain. They didn’t need to say it. They proved it.
Even after the lights dimmed and the band took their bows, no one wanted to leave. Strangers hugged, couples kissed, and fans stared at the stage like it had just revealed a glimpse of rock and roll heaven.
Backstage, word was that the band felt this one in their bones. That Tampa brought the kind of energy that doesn’t fade. And you could believe it—because no one who was there will ever forget it.
