It’s easy to praise Garrels’ mad skills: his confident command of so many styles that it’s just unfair; his seemingly effortless musicianship; the way he can plant melodies—not just hooks or earworms, but whole melodies!—in your memory so that you’re singing them in your sleep; the way his voice acrobats its way from rapid-fire rap to a soulful falsetto that would bring tears to Sam Cooke’s ears.
(Okay, I’m sorry about that last one. It made sense when I wrote it.)
What’s more, I admire Garrels’ willingness to sing honestly about the complicated journey of faith—that is, a journey of doubt, questions, and struggle, as well as hope and joy and gratitude.
And yet. (Oh, I hate to say this, but there is an “And yet. . .”)
Read my admiration for, and mixed feelings about, the new Garrels album over at Christ and Pop Culture.