If you didn’t see my earlier post on power ballads, here’s a way to think about them: Have you ever sat in a 1968 Pontiac GTO with 350 hp under the hood, and the driver is only going 25mph? You know there is power in reserve, you just don’t know when it will explode. That’s sort of the feeling you get when a normally hard-driving band slows down to sing about lost or unrequited love.