Heavy riffs, horror, a few ballads and crackles - plus his unmistakable voice - guest play of a hard rock hall of fame with people from Guns N Roses, Red Hot Chili Peppers and more.
Here's everything an Ozzy fan can wish for - though in my opinion the excellent ones - the collaborations with Elton John, a young producer and hip-hop elite plus the use of voice-refining autotune surely provoke a hard rock taliban.
But here are also better compositions with energy and presence than in a long time. And a truly near-death experience.
Throughout his career, skeletons, cemeteries and terror have been the Prince's most important props, in his 70 years of life dying of infection and diagnosed with Parkinson's disease.
This brings Ozzy into the music. Like Bob Dylan, David Bowie and Johnny Cash, he makes lyrics about the end of life. What happens after all? How do I remember. Is tea served in heaven?
But Ozzy would not be Ozzy if he did not go crazy about the German cannibal who wanted to eat another or about Martians. Or about hell and cemeteries.
Everything definitely does not pass on the horror rock's biggest joke's first own album in ten years, but that over half of the tracks work just fine can be seen as good enough by a startled 71-year-old.