Split (kinda) into power metal on disc one and extreme on disc two, tracked alphabetically per disc, there’s so much to open yer eyes, if yer at all into metal.
Love at First Sting brought guitarists to their knees, something it’s time for again with all the half-assed heroes with more facial piercings than chops.
The reasons this sucks are many. Most obviously: This style is now commonplace, unlike when Speak English or Die! came out and knocked us all on our asses.