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A lot of bands mine the '80s for guitar tones and synth sounds these days, but few manage to capture the self-empowering, completely unironic innocence of arena-ready power ballads. This may be the cheesiest song we've heard all year, but we can't stop playing it. (Full article: 49 words)
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