Highway to Hell
AC/DC

4.0 - If this album were a sexual encounter, it’d be the one random pickup at the bar who’s a little rough-looking but has a smoking body. You rush home together, and with no preamble they get on top to grind and thrust you both to climax. You catch your breath but before you can drift off to sleep, they’re back on top for round 2. When it’s over they give you a playful thigh slap, and throw on their jeans before slinking off into the night with a lit cigarette. You see them around town once in a while and give a smile and a nod.

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