Now the thought of children in pop bands is usually disturbing enough by itself, if you look at the tracklisting it gets a whole lot stranger. ‘Thy Word’ ‘Pray’ & ‘Live My Life For You’ are among the pop classics featured on this, you guessed it, Jesus inspired album.
Cynical as it may seem, but I don’t really think Caroline, Carolyne & Jordan were the brains behind this ole project. The image of a Simon Cowell meets the Archbishop Of Cantebury svengali figure looms disturbingly in my head. Not that I’m accusing PureNRG of being the pawns in some religious propaganda plan, I just find the whole notion of Christian rock a little strange. It reminds me of a time in school when a husband and wife duo played a few Christianity themed songs to a hall of apathetic 12 year olds. That couldn’t have been a fun tour could it? “What’s on the rider? Turkey dinosaurs?? This is the last time we come to Wales”. I forget their names now but for some reason I remember one of their tunes was called “Chains”. It was some metaphor about how life’s "chains" shackled them until they discovered Jesus and the like. It was probably full of subtle references to sex before marriage and the dangers of drinking that went completely unnoticed by my twelve year old self. There’s nothing like a badly tuned guitar and tambourine solo to put you off the idea of any religion. In fact I solely blame that concert for putting me off learning the guitar for another five years.
In other news Man Utd beat Villa in the FA cup which allowed me to gloat over Tall Jon. There’s nothing like a good football inspired gloat to liven up a Saturday afternoon. I then went to one of my new favourite place’s in London, Bloomsbury Bowling Alley. The whole place is like something out of a Quentin Tarantino film. I didn’t even get to bowl or get involved in a karaoke room and still had a sweet night. Could you imagine going to a Hollywood Bowl, not bowling and still having a good time? I very much doubt it my friend. However the evening was soured later. On the way home me Danielle and Trev noticed there was an “illegal rave” taking place in the closed down pub next door to us. How exciting! After some umming and arrrrghing we decided we should stop off at the flat, refuel, then go. For some reason my body decided it would shut down as soon as entered my flat and I passed out. The girls however continued and raved it right up. Some of the sights they regaled were slightly scary but after hearing my eighth rave tale of the following day, I cursed my weak body for passing out.
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