ANGUS YOUNG SAT BESIDE HIS DYING BROTHER FOR 12 HOURS IN SYDNEY — BY SUNRISE, THE RIFF THAT BUILT AC/DC WAS SILENT FOREVER. He had the schoolboy uniform. The stadiums. The duckwalk every guitarist on earth had tried to copy. But in November 2017, when Malcolm’s breathing started to slow, Angus didn’t act like a rock god. He set the Gibson SG down in the corner of the room, pulled up a chair, and sat where he’d always sat — one step behind the big brother who taught him every chord he ever knew. He came in quiet. He held on tight. And he watched the man who wrote the backbone of “Back in Black” slip further away with every hour. Then the sun came up. And Malcolm was gone. Angus was always called the wild one. The showman. The kid who never grew up. But that night, he was just a little brother holding on to the hand that first pressed his fingers down on a fretboard…
Angus Young and the Long Night That Changed AC/DC Forever To most of the world, Angus Young was the eternal…