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toking the ghost

Toking the ghost

The third track, “Mystical Powers” is a string of prayers set to a similarly annoying audioscape background while the recited prayers request a litany of requests from the inane to the juvenile to the offensively selfish. For example, praying for stigmata, including the phrase, “I want a stiggy that glows” and the occasional stop while a group of zombie-like voices recite the phrase, “Lord, hear our prayer” — as though any of this might somehow fit into a traditional worship liturgy. The insanity continues with requests to “bilocate us,” so they appear in multiple places at once, creating “a clone army of me,” followed up with “bitokate us” to signify the request for “a double-toke of your Spirit.” It goes on to further attempt some kind of alignment with traditional saints, but displays an utter lack of understanding of the saint in question: “Lord, I want to be like St. Francis of Assisi, communicating with the wolves, with the bears, with the animals of the forest.” Moving right along to the more outlandishly offensive is the prayer to “release the miracle of lactation from our bodies [sucking sounds] as we nurse from the breast of heaven” and the insultingly base request, “we want to see diamonds, gemstones, angel feathers, all kinds of crazy stuff. Lord, make it rain in the building.”

Now, I acknowledge that this CD is not my taste in musical style, but there may be those who enjoy this sort of technocrap. Even if this represents your musical taste, I have serious doubts that the music can redeem, even for you, the “lyrics,” which word I can only use here in quotation marks despite the origin of a few of the snippets that appear. The single page of liner notes proclaims that excerpts have been taken from Brother Lawrence, the Vulgate, Thayer’s Greek-English Lexicon of the New Testament, Teresa of Avila, St. John of the Cross, and a variety of Bible translations, including The Cotton Patch Version of Paul’s epistles. If they’re trying to sound intelligent, they shouldn’t have demonstrated such a disrespect for and lack of understanding of these sources they cite. Saints through the centuries are rolling over in their graves.
Let me first say that I did hint at an opportunity to un-request a review of this material, but since the request stands, here goes. I won’t be offering a product link lest anyone purchase it by accident — but I’m showing the CD cover art so you’ll know what to avoid if you should happen to see it somewhere. Yes, that’s a not-so-subtle foreshadowing of what I thought of the disc… I said on Twitter that this CD had no redeeming qualities whatsoever, but I have managed to stretch and find a couple.

The second track, “I’m Being Sucked Out of My Body” opens with the spoken words, “Here we go! I’m being sucked out of my body!” followed by more technopop claptrap comingled with random quotes and spoken words intended to sound drug-induced, such as “Let’s go on a little trip with Psychedelic Jesus” and “Do you feel the colours yet? Taste the sounds?”
It took me a while to recover from the third track, but by he sixth track, “We are Insane (2Cor5)”, I noted the general content as reciting some kind of verses with grunts, groans, and gibberish — or speaking in tongues, I don’t know. If they are intent to display themselves as insane, this is the right stuff for the job at hand. I’m rather confident that this is definitely not what Paul was referring to in his letter to the Corinthians.
I jotted down some notes on a few of the tracks as they played. I might point out that this was on my third attempt to listen to the CD — the first two failed when I turned it off unable to listen to any more than I had at that point.
By track eight, “Baby Jesus,” we discover that Mr. Dunn and Mr. Crowder evidently find spiritual inspiration from Talladega Nights as the lead character prays, “Dear 8 pounds 6 ounces baby Jesus…” At least the movie was a comedy — this CD is supposed to pass for something of spiritual value. Both are preteen juvenile idiocy, but at least the movie hits where it aims. Of the song, it’s a fairly nice melody ruined by the spoken word, including “Here, Ben — have a hit of Baby Jesus” followed by sucking and inhaling sounds.
Track one, “Holy Ghost Hits” is a psychedelic soundtrack with the sound of a water pipe bubbling and gurgling in the background while parts of the 23 rd Psalm are recited along with other ramblings. It completely lacked any coherence at all, and in that respect is an accurate prelude of what’s to come.

This CD is sheer lunacy — run, do not walk, away from it. Should you find it in a bargain bin someplace, I urge you not to pay more for it than the value of its raw materials. As to redeeming qualities, I suggest a drink coaster and replacement parts for damaged CD jewel cases… for CDs of infinitely greater value, which won’t take much. Perhaps as a gag gift it might have some merit for those who are inexplicably drawn to gape at a train wreck. No, that is how I really feel.

Review & Warning: Dunn & Crowder, Toking the Ghost! Let me first say that I did hint at an opportunity to un-request a review of this material, but since the request stands, here goes. I won’t