Just what the hell is power metal, anyway? That’s what my MetalSucks editors described this album as when they assigned it to me, and I don’t have a goddamn clue what they were talking about. I just thought all metal was the same bullshit with long-haired freaks puking their guts out into a microphone while worshiping Beelzebub. I’m nothing if not a man of God, so that shit just doesn’t sit right with me, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue covering this Christ-hating music. I have been trying to get more in touch with my spiritual side in the hopes that my estranged daughter Jessica will get over her little hissy fit and let me see my shitting grandkids again, but that task in itself has my head spinning around like I’m in the Exorcist and I’m possessed. Who knows, that’s what might happen if I look too hard at a tarot deck. I know you blocked me on Facebook over my ...