A lot happened to -- or more accurately to 's once and future leader, -- after the release of 2013's , and most of it wasn't good. , who along with seemed to be the rocker most likely to survive Armageddon (and why hasn't someone written a comedy where those two chat while foraging for liquor and cigarettes in the wake of World War III?), was abruptly revealed as all too mortal as he found himself struggling with heart trouble, diabetes, and other maladies, and more than a few fans blanched when they saw the widely circulated online video of a weakened pacing off stage at the 2013 Wacken Open Air Festival, too frail to complete 's set. 2015's was the first album after cut back on liquor and tobacco (and had a defibrillator implanted), and returned to the road, and the truth is the mighty frontman sounds older and weaker for the ordeal. That said, it doesn't hurt as much as you might imagine; on , sounds bloodied but unbowed, an ancient soldier who doesn't know the meaning of surrender and will happily run you through with a sword as he draws his last breath. If croaks or wheezes more often on than he has before, it suits his tales of foul-minded bastards and their despicable deeds, and it's a fine fit with the bloody-minded attitude that has always been 's stock in trade. Just as importantly, 's bass work remains thunderous, as thick and dirty as it was in his salad days, and guitarist and drummer continue to bring the noise in inspired fashion. Musically, this album brings very little that's new to the group's playbook, but they still sound like , something thousands of younger and more agile bands simply cannot do, and if you're wondering if can still kick your butt and blow out your speakers in 2015, the answers are "Hell yeah" and "You know it." And if the cover of "Sympathy for the Devil" seems an odd way to end this album, if anyone in metal can sound truly convincing as Old Scratch and oddly charming in his pursuit of evil, 's in the running, and suggests the man and his band might just be indestructible after all. ~ Mark Deming