AC/DC is the exception to the rules for critical thought around music. Generally, we want to hear our beloved artists push themselves while somehow staying true to the thing that we loved about them from the beginning. From AC/DC, we just want another Highway To Hell or Back In Black. We want to hear those gigantic riffs, throat-shredding vocals and lyrical single-entendres to stay reliably awesome. Even a near miss, like For Those About To Rock, will do fine. And so will Black Ice. At a too-long 15 songs, there may be a few duds, but it’s hard to imagine that any real fan would be disappointed. Now, if only they’d play Halifax.