An apocalyptic band sees the world through the incarnation of Christ.
It was around this time of year three years ago that I encountered the music of the US-based band, Dirt Poor Robins. We had all just been plunged into lockdown again and too many people I knew unquestioningly acquiesced to what seemed to be an unnecessarily tyrannical response to the Covid pandemic. Churches had been closed, access to the sacraments blocked and I was beginning to wonder whether I was the only sane person in the asylum. After a particularly offensive attack against me for not wearing a mask, I recalled the words of Kurt Vonnegut that “a sane person to an insane society must appear insane”.
