This is Gonzales’ tribute to great and beautiful soft rock records of the seventies and eighties. You know. That shit you’re supposed to call a “guilty pleasure” because you’re a fuckwit whose musical taste is dictated by joyless broadsheet hacks, soulless dried husks of former white people who can’t enjoy Bon Jovi records without doing it ironically. Gonzales’ music shits down the throats of these Nazis. It always did. It is one of his superpowers.