OK, I’m with you on early nineties worship music. Looking back now I can’t believe how much I was into that stuff (church indoctrination is fucked up, yo). But honestly, I have a soft spot for DC Talk. Their music was dumb as hell, but it kind of slapped in that weird grunge meets boy-band vibe they had going on.
Ahh I should have made the title “Jars of Clay,” it’s just that was the first christian rock band that popped into my head during the terrifying PTSD nightmares I regularly experience. After long road trips with my southern Baptist mother, I am forever scarred.
OK, I’m with you on early nineties worship music. Looking back now I can’t believe how much I was into that stuff (church indoctrination is fucked up, yo). But honestly, I have a soft spot for DC Talk. Their music was dumb as hell, but it kind of slapped in that weird grunge meets boy-band vibe they had going on.
Ahh I should have made the title “Jars of Clay,” it’s just that was the first christian rock band that popped into my head during the terrifying PTSD nightmares I regularly experience. After long road trips with my southern Baptist mother, I am forever scarred.