Excruciating Devotion

There was this band that played at my church once (on a basketball court). They were a Christian band but they were good, and not just a knockoff of something secular - they had their own sound and vibe.
Then (as memory serves), they released an album that made all the Christians clutch their pearls and shit bricks because it sounded like it was made by people who were super into the devil's lettuce.
At the time, I just thought it was groovy, and was offended that anyone would dare accuse a band I liked of anything as vile as smoking pot (reminder: I was a very indoctrinated automaton for entirely longer than I am proud of).

Nowadays, Prayer Chain is as close as I'm willing to get to Christian music. (Hmmm. I also make an exception for Poor Old Lu and Hoi Polloi.)
But when I am in a state of medicated mellowness, I sometimes find this song on YouTube. It still makes my skin shiver in a good way, does the song "Bendy Line", and it includes this sentence: Beg me please to claw your summer salty warm grassy skin...

I feel like I'm supposed to get snooty about how typically nonsense a line it is for a stoner band, but it reminds me of William Blake.
You should listen to it. And marvel that a band on a Christian label in the mid-90s released it.


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