The Power Up tour will instead visit locations such as Germany, Italy, Spain, the Netherlands, Austria, and Switzerland.
AC/DC will also visit London’s Wembley Stadium for two nights in July.
Scottish fans flocked to social media to express their disappointment over the snub, with some accusing the band of forgetting their roots.
Brothers Malcolm and Angus Young were brought up in the Cranhill area of Glasgow before moving to Australia as young boys.
Meanwhile, Bon Scott was born in Forfar, Angus, and lived as a child in nearby Kirriemuir.
An annual Bonfest is held in his hometown, which sees AC/DC fans from all over the world come together for three days of rock and roll.
A life-sized bronze figure of the music legend was unveiled in 2016, at the 10th anniversary of Bonfest by former AC/DC bass player Mark Evans.
One fan wrote on X, formerly Twitter: “Not Scotland? FFS. Poor show, fellas.”
Another wrote: “Scotland is where the band’s heart is. Why no dates in Scotland?”
A third added: “No Scotland? Angus forgot his roots?”
A fourth weighed in: “No Scotland, no party. Disgusting behaviour.”
A fifth put: “No Scotland is poor considering they are Scottish.”
I still remember hearing “Rock ‘N’ Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution” for the first time. It was just after my 11th birthday. My aunt says she stood in the record store for half an hour with a copy of Back in Black in one hand and The Queen Is Dead in the other, trying to decide what I’d need more as an adolescent. Fourteen years later, I still hate Morrissey.
Back in Black was the first record I heard that didn’t give a shit. It was heavy and obnoxious and it beat itself up for fun. And then, right at the end, after all the fucking and fighting and snorting, there was “Rock ‘N’ Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution.
” A few seconds in, above the wavering, suspended guitar, there’s the flicker of a cigarette lighter before Brian Johnson inhales, exhales and gets to talking.
It’s like he’s blowing smoke right in your face. “Alright… HEY THERE ALL YOU MIDDLEMEN…” Could’ve been the intro. Maybe it was.
AC/DC were immortal to me. They were immortal the same way that every rock band from that era was immortal, made out of stone and spit, unable to age because they were halfway gone already.
There’s something particularly disruptive psychologically to realizing that anyone from that generation has any sort of impermanence.
Brian Johnson sent out a letter today to AC/DC fans, in the wake of postponed tour dates and an announcement that Axl Rose would be filling in for him live, explaining that he can’t in all good conscience keep touring because it’ll risk him losing his hearing forever.
He pushed through while he could, but he wasn’t at his peak. “I was having difficulty hearing the guitars on stage,” he writes, “and because I was not able to hear the other musicians clearly, I feared the quality of my performance could be compromised.”
In the letter, Johnson talks says how much he wanted to keep playing, how serious the fallout could have been, and that he has no intention of standing down just yet.
His doctors said he can still record in the studio, and he says he will. But for the next little while, fans will have to deal with Axl fucking Rose on lead vocals at AC/DC shows.
“Rock ‘N’ Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution” was about playing loud and not caring about the consequences. Most grownass adults realize that there are consequences to everything that AC/DC talked about, but that’s not supposed to be part of the narrative.