For the past decade or so I’ve resented the expectation that everyone stands up and starts fist-pumping when some ‘80s schlock comes on (e.g. Don’t Stop Believin’, You Give Love A Bad Name, Welcome To The Jungle). It’s typically the epic bacon win crowd that sets this expectation. Time for the reasonable-minded to push back and say, no, these songs suck, and nostalgia + cheese does not translate to worthiness. Also, now I’m angry that the Journey album cover features a dick rocketing out of a orb.