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I wrote a long post yesterday on how much I hate Hillsong music, largely inspired by having to sing this awful piece of whiny, droning earnestness in church on Sunday morning. It's ugly and sub-literate and doesn't so much flow as worry around the same note, like a suicidal moth pinging against a porch light. Far from making me feel worshipful, it made me feel like strangling someone.


In yesterday's long post, I tried to explain exactly why I hated it, but when push comes to shove, I just don't know enough about the mechanics of music to offer an informed opinion. I know it's dreadful; I just don't know why it's dreadful. So the post has been consigned to the recycle bin of cyberhistory.


But I still hate Hillsong. To think that Johann Sebastian Bach, one of the greatest composers of the last thousand years, wrote hundreds of pious cantatas that have thrilled people for centuries, and yet we chose to sing tuneless dreck written by second-rate hacks in Sydney.


It need scarcely be said that if Bach were alive today, I doubt he would be writing for Hillsong Music. I think he would in fact be writing against them, such would be his mortification. We would have Bach's Backwards Mass for Satan in G Minor, written simply to distance himself from them.


So in conclusion; Hillsong - not my favourite artistes.