Let’s start with the reason this thing exists in the first place. Maximum Overdrive. A film directed by a coked=up Stephen King, in which trucks, vending machines and various household appliances decide to kill people. (I made it sound better than it is)

And somehow, this absolute crap gave us one of the most enjoyable records AC/DC ever released.

Who Made Who isn’t really a proper album. It’s a compilation. It’s a bizarre collection of songs pulled from completely different eras of the band, featuring two different singers, different moods, a couple of new instrumentals and a title track written specifically for the film.

You’ve got the blues rock of Bon Scott sitting alongside the stadium anthems of Brian Johnson.

Normally AC/DC albums are of the same formula, this one isn’t.

You have Who Made Who, You Shook Me All Night Long , Hells Bells, For Those About to Rock (We Salute You), which are all poppy, catchy songs with Brian Johnson at his gravel gargling best.

Then you’ve got Ride On, which is quite possibly one of the greatest songs AC/DC have ever written, and its not at all like an AC/DC song. On this album, one minute you’re listening to songs about sex, electricity and rock-and-roll, and then Bon Scott sings this weary, maudlin piece of country-tinged blues about loneliness, regret and the misery of being alive. It’s genuinely beautiful. It’s probably the most emotional song AC/DC ever recorded, and it’s sitting in the middle of a soundtrack to a film about murderous lorries.

Then comes Sink the Pink, which is as sleazy and stupid as it sounds. Bringing you right back to the AC/DC you expect. (As an aside, this was the first album that I bought. I was 11. I bought it with weeks of saved-up pocket money on cassette… and I had no idea what this song meant.)

There are even two instrumentals, D.T. and Chase the Ace, which make sense on a movie soundtrack album, and they shouldn’t be on this album, but they really work

It isn’t a greatest-hits compilation, or even a representative overview of the band’s career. It’s… uhhh… Its Who Made Who.

Decades later, Maximum Overdrive remains a monument to cinematic incompetence. But Who Made Who? That will always be a phenomenal album.

(You can tell AC/DC didn’t care about the film either; the movie isn’t even mentioned on the front cover of the album.)