How can something be so inoffensive on paper yet be absolutely repulsive while listening to it? Answer: this album. Every song (save for three) have the exact same formula, and the ones that don't either only half hit the mark or completely miss it. Casting Crowns proves once again that their formula can sell singles but cannot make a complete album. I feel like a broken record after saying this for almost every single one of their albums, but there's no variance in their sound at all. That, to me, is more offensive than a band trying to experiment and not quite pulling it off.
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