Alright, I’ve completely given up hope that MetalSucks is going to assign me a good goddamn album to review. They’re just going to keep pitching yesterday’s partially digested release in my direction, and these reviews are going to get angrier and angrier as a result. You know what? Good. Fucking good.  I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel fantastic to lay into these shitting little brats who consider themselves musicians. Perhaps I would’ve done better by myself to get a job at a classic rock website or something, but you know what they say about hindsight. Nevertheless, it’d probably be a lot easier on the ticker for me to review Who’s Next or something. And don’t you go bitching to me about their guitarist being a sex pest. People just carelessly throw that accusation around these days; just look at what they’re saying about our President just because he showed up in some silly do...