If you like your hard rock in the Christian vein, this is your record. Substitute some of the lyrics with the sleaze of the era and you'd never be able to tell your rocking with the Lord. Bigger harmonies than Stryper if that's possible. --johnk5150
“You don't know my name. You don't know my number. You don't know my face at all. We walk right past each other, every single day, like cold machines we're marching on and on and on...”