Angus Young, the founder and the last original member of AC/DC still in the band, has for more than forty years been the face, sound, and sometimes the exposed backside of the trailblazing rock band. In his trademark schoolboy outfit, guitar in hand, Angus has applied his signature style to songs such as “A Long Way to the Top,” “Highway to Hell,” and “Back in Black,” helping AC/DC become the biggest rock group on the planet.              High Voltage  tells of his remarkable rise from working-class Glasgow and Sydney to the biggest stages in the world. The youngest of eight kids, Angus always seemed destined for a life in music, and it was his passion and determination that saw AC/DC become hard rock’s greatest act. Over the years, Angus has endured the devastating deaths of iconic vocalist Bon Scott and his brother in arms Malcolm Young as well as the band’s loss of singer Brian Johnson and drummer Phil Rudd. Yet the little guitar maestro’s unique flair for performance and unstoppable drive to succeed has kept AC/DC not just on the rails, but at the top of the rock pile.   Features exclusive photographs by Philip Morris “[A] lively and highly readable biography . . . an inspiring story.” — Daily Telegraph (Sydney)   “Gripping.” — Scottish Sun   Jeff Apter  is the author of more than twenty books, many dealing with the world of music. He has written biographies of Keith Urban, the Finn brothers, Johnny O’Keefe, Jeff Buckley, the Bee Gees, and John Farnham, and as a ghostwriter worked with AC/DC’s Mark Evans. He spent four years on staff at  Rolling Stone Australia .   High Voltage The Life of Angus Young By Jeff Apter Chicago Review Press Incorporated Copyright © 2018 Jeff Apter All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-0-89733-045-9 Contents OPENING, WELLS FARGO CENTER, PHILADELPHIA, 20 SEPTEMBER 2016, 1. LITTLE ALBIE GOES TO BURWOOD, 2. 'IF THEY EVER WANT TO DO SOMETHING, SEND THEM TO ME', 3. 'WE CANCELLED THEM; THEY DIDN'T CANCEL US', 4. 'LEAVE MY LITTLE BROTHER ALONE', 5. 'ARE WE RICH? WE JUST BOUGHT BIG BEN!', 6. 'MY BUM IS BETTER-LOOKING THAN MY FACE', 7. 'I'LL BUY A GUITAR WHEN ALL I CAN AFFORD IS A PAIR OF SOCKS', 8. 'HOGWASH – WE'RE CALLING IT HIGHWAY TO HELL AND THAT'S HOW IT IS', 9. 'BON'S DEAD', 10. 'IF HE COULD BOTTLE THE SECRET TO HIS STAMINA, HE'D MAKE A FORTUNE', 11. 'I HAVEN'T BEEN TO A BLACK MASS IN YEARS', 12. 'I'M UP EVERY DAY AT 6 AM, EVERY DAY, WORKING ON NEW SONGS', 13. 'HOW DID SUCH BIG BALLS GET IN SUCH SHORT PANTS?', 14. 'CAN YOU IMAGINE – YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE, BUT YOUR MIND'S PLAYING TRICKS?', 15. 'IT'S ALWAYS GOOD TO SAY AT THE END OF IT, "I'VE DONE ALL I SAID I WOULD DO"', POSTSCRIPT, SYDNEY, JANUARY 1977, Where Are They Now?, Acknowledgements, Selected Discography, Bibliography, CHAPTER 1 LITTLE ALBIE GOES TO BURWOOD SYDNEY AIRPORT IN late June 1963 was a long, long way from the Cranhill housing estate in Glasgow. The fearful look on the face of young Angus McKinnon Young made that very clear; in fact, he was decidedly green around the gills. As the family members – among them Angus's 52-year-old father, William, his mother, Margaret, soon to turn 50, and brothers Malcolm and George, who were aged ten and sixteen respectively – took in their new surrounds, the pint-sized eight-year-old who'd soon be known as 'Little Albie' emptied his guts all over the tarmac at Kingsford Smith Airport. Welcome to Oz. Reaching Sydney was the final stage of a long journey, an escape from the United Kingdom after the coldest winter in 200 years. The Youngs of Cranhill had signed up to what was known as the 'Ten Pound Pom' plan – an affordable way for British families to start a new life in a country that needed migrants. It was a TV ad that had convinced the Youngs to shift to this strange place on the other side of the planet. 'Come over to the sunny side now: Australia, a great place for families,' chirped the cheeriest of voice overs. 'You could be on your way over to a sunnier future in the new year.' Sunshine? That was more than enough for the longtime unemployed William and Margaret (whose maiden name had also been Young, a happy accident that saved a lot of paperwork) to sign up as Ten Pound Poms. Glasgow had just been hit with its first white Christmas since 1938. Snow piled more than two metres deep froze everyone and everything for two months straight. It was a great time to leave. The requirements were virtually nil: an applicant simply had to be a resident of a Commonwealth country and healthy enough; skills weren't a necessity. Angus, when asked why his family had emigrated, gave a simple response: 'Me dad couldn't get work up in Scotland.' Maybe Australia would provide William with better opportunities to feed his large family. The Youngs had been ready to say goodbye to Cranhill, the housing estate in the east of Glasgow that had been home to the clan. Purpose-built in the early 1950s to ease the postwar housing shortage, the e