Over the years, my relationship with mainstream rock has had its share of ups and downs; I’ll never claim to be such a hipster as to recoil in disgust from anything that touches the modern rock radio charts, but I have admittedly grown tired of the chest-pounding, dumbed down "butt rock" that’s been the calling card of mainstream hard rock for the better part of Nickelback’s existence. That said, a cursory glance at some of the more mainstream-leaning bands I’ve covered here in the past will give you an idea of how selective I can be when it comes to this genre. So, while reviewing Halestorm’s fifth album seems like the kind of thing that would lose me cred, I’d argue that a) I never really had that to begin with, and b) this blog has never been about earning cred, it’s about talking about music that interests me; Halestorm may not be a group of visionaries displaying peak artistic integrity, but they write heavy, melodic tunes that hit a guttural sweet spot without resorti...
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