None of the niceties, none of the sampled beats, none of the simplified lyrics... This album is not for the CCM devotee.
After the debacle that was The Phantom Menace, Attack of the Clones provides a welcome reprieve.
Growing up in the shadow of a cultural icon like Star Wars, how could I not be obsessed?
I have committed one of the most disrespectful acts imaginable: I rushed through an art museum.
I was no longer one of the weak, everyday people. I looked at the darkness and gained strength from it, feeling my connection with the deformed and evil. I was a powerful being, fed by all things horrible.
I'll just follow the roads, knowing they'll lead me somewhere. I'll know when I get there; and I know what will happen when I get there.
There's a certain wildness about Irish tunes that gets lost in much of the transition to modern music. Gaelic Storm manages to keep that wildness and delivers a fast-paced, traditional album that begs to be danced to.
Rebelling against rebellion. The old fashioned way.
There's an element of distance in watching films. The very nature of the medium is to transport you, to show you things you've never seen. Occasionally, though, a film turns up that doesn't have the same goal, and it's all the more shocking because of it.
Of course she has a beautiful voice. But does she still glorify God?