Think of rock and roll, and you probably think of a fast, furious, high-octane sound built on energy and attitude. I think the genre is at its finest when it is at the other extreme. Not the pompous and preening power ballad stuff, but when it takes its foot off the gas, cruises slowly and seductively, when it swaps sweat for swagger…

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