You gotta have faith.
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Micha Cavaseno: Brendan Urie is now better at doing Patrick Stump than Patrick Stump, but without the assistance of the Chuck Palahniuk bibliography or the naivete of people who would like the Sgt. Pepper’s movie if it’d been staffed with the cast of FUSE circa ’04-’06 (a million dollar opportunity passed up when Beatles nostalgia was really starting to crest with Across The Universe, I tell you what). This guy just goes nowhere fast, loud, and with jazz hands.
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Alfred Soto: On “Miss Jackson” they demonstrated their cluelessness about R&B; now they treat a choir like hostages on a cruise ship.
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Mo Kim: In his essay “Salvation,” Langston Hughes describes the guilt of being coerced into standing up to be saved at his church revival: “I couldn’t bear to tell her that I had lied, that I had deceived everybody in the church, that I hadn’t seen Jesus, and that now I didn’t believe there was a Jesus anymore, since he didn’t come to help me.” Here was the thing about my old church, too: salvation felt like a Band-Aid, something to be stuck onto my tainted body. Father, Lord, Savior — I spoke many names for God in my prayers but I only ever felt like the prodigal son. It was only the morning I walked out of my house whispering “fuck you” at the sky that I began hearing for the first time, only when I spat out the dirt filling my mouth that I tasted clean. “Hallelujah” co-opts the sound of salvation — big brass reverie, brimming choral harmonies — to celebrate the sensation of brokenness instead. “Being blue is better than being over it” because the road towards recovery and healing is better walked with your best friends than through clenched teeth. “Say your prayers” becomes not an obligation but a telling of truths, as intuitive and as easily felt as leaning back and letting the spirit move through you. I am looking for a worship without shame, a stained-glass window where I can see my reflection. Stand up, sing Hallelujah. Somebody is there. Somebody is listening.
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Katherine St Asaph: You know how there are all these interpretations of Revelations, the premillennial and postmillennial and preterist views and so forth? This is like if Revelations prophesied the oncoming loudness war.
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Sonia Yang: I was seriously not expecting them to go gospel. The lyrics ring relevant for teens and young twentysomethings alike, but that grating horn sample tips the sincerity to cheese ratio in favor of the latter.
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Anthony Easton: Some 48-year-old youth pastor in Dubuque is going to have the praise band sing this during a singles retreat, and then talk earnestly about how Jesus loves the sinner, and it will be a much more effective use of everyone’s time than what Panic intended.
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