"Songs For The Ritually Abused" by Rose

Songs For The Ritually Abused

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Songs For The Ritually Abused

Last week, most of the world gasped in hor­ror at the sight of chil­dren in Man­ches­ter, most of them girls, being blown apart for the crime of attend­ing a pop con­cert. I say most; the satanic jihadists cel­e­brated even as some among the oh so pure Kon­ser­v­a­tive Kool Kidz Klub sneered how Ari­ana Grande had it com­ing because she’s said and done stu­pid stuff, and by default her audi­ence as well for not know­ing they’re not sup­posed to sup­port some­one not bear­ing the offi­cial seal of approval. Because, after all, every eight year old girl should be full up on politics.

The lat­ter losers notwith­stand­ing — and they have no place stand­ing with any­one who has a heart — the ter­ror­ist attack was only one side of the war on chil­dren, specif­i­cally girls; sud­den, bru­tal. There is another face of the war against chil­dren usu­ally hid­den from sight: the slow death of those rit­u­ally abused by adults. Be it sex­ual, this occa­sion­ally bub­bling to the sur­face when another child pornog­ra­phy afi­cionado and/​or sex traf­ficker is arrested, phys­i­cal, emotional/​mental/​spiritual; it lives among us and almost always out of sight. As are its vic­tims, who either put on a forced happy face to hide the truth, dis­ap­pear from pub­lic view, or wind up in a morgue unless their life­less body is thrown out with the trash. The abuse often doesn’t end at childhood’s end, as the obscenely high num­ber of abused wives and girl­friends can attest once the swelling from their lat­est bou­quet of phys­i­cal or emotional/​mental/​spiritual bruises sub­sides. This noted, it is of the chil­dren this post speaks.

This is the world musi­cian Randy Rose exposes in his lat­est offer­ing Songs For The Rit­u­ally Abused. Rose, along with his brother Roger, is fondly remem­bered by hard­core Chris­t­ian rock fans from his days in synth to hard rock Mad At The World. Cur­rently work­ing with his own band bear­ing his last name, Rose suc­cess­fully went to the Kick­starter well last year to finance a new record­ing he promised would be any­thing but, well, roses and rose-​colored stained glass win­dows. A few hic­cups hin­dered the release sched­ule, but the album is now out. It is raw and real.

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Musi­cally, for those unaware of Rose’s sound the best com­par­i­son would be to think of Muse with the melo­drama turned down and the snarl turned up to 11. Melody is often deliv­ered with the busi­ness end of a fuz­ztone sledge­ham­mer. There are quiet moments, but for the most part Songs For The Rit­u­ally Abused is pound­ing mid-​tempo fury. It’s not metal nor goth, but fans of each genre as well as those attracted by anthems will find plenty to sink their teeth into even as the music bares its own teeth.

Lyri­cally, the only words that accu­rately cap­ture the album’s hor­ror and hope are its own:

You were rit­u­ally abused…battered, blood­ied and bruised
But Jesus is call­ing your name and Girl, you’ll never be the same
Tears stain my cheek for the one who couldn’t speak
Sweet lit­tle Girl…

I know everything’s gonna be fine
Girl, I know He’ll wipe the tears from your eyes
So close your eyes and dream of things
Close your eyes and dream of things
So close your eyes and dream of things that
You thought that you’d never see

Beau­ti­ful Girl…

Hav­i­lah, your time has come
And now you get to speak…

You can speak.

For exam­ple. Other songs cut even deeper, expos­ing and call­ing out the mon­sters who abuse chil­dren while pro­claim­ing Christ’s love in action for vic­tims. It is a fear­some, bru­tally effec­tive tour de force.

Songs For The Rit­u­ally Abused will not make any­one want to hit the dance floor, and it’s extremely doubt­ful the aver­age Ari­ana Grande fan will find much, if any­thing, here to her lik­ing. That said, it is pre­cisely for her fans seek­ing solace in her music as an escape from their pri­vate hell that this album was made. If it moves peo­ple to action con­fronting this evil, or serves as a life­line for those unwill­ingly described in its words, with this album Randy Rose has accom­plished God’s work.

The album is avail­able at Ama­zon, CD Baby, direct from the record label, iTunes, and Rose’s web­site.

Last week, most of the world gasped in horror at the sight of children in Manchester, most of them girls, being blown apart for the crime of attending a pop concert. I say most; the satanic jihadists celebrated even as some among the oh so pure Konservative Kool Kidz Klub sneered how Ariana Grande had it coming because she’s said and done stupid stuff, and by default her audience as well for not knowing they’re not supposed to support someone not bearing the official seal of approval. Because, after all, every eight year old girl should be full up on politics.

The latter losers notwithstanding – and they have no place standing with anyone who has a heart – the terrorist attack was only one side of the war on children, specifically girls; sudden, brutal. There is another face of the war against children usually hidden from sight: the slow death of those ritually abused by adults. Be it sexual, this occasionally bubbling to the surface when another child pornography aficionado and/or sex trafficker is arrested, physical, emotional/mental/spiritual; it lives among us and almost always out of sight. As are its victims, who either put on a forced happy face to hide the truth, disappear from public view, or wind up in a morgue unless their lifeless body is thrown out with the trash. The abuse often doesn’t end at childhood’s end, as the obscenely high number of abused wives and girlfriends can attest once the swelling from their latest bouquet of physical or emotional/mental/spiritual bruises subsides. This noted, it is of the children this post speaks.

This is the world musician Randy Rose exposes in his latest offering Songs For The Ritually Abused. Rose, along with his brother Roger, is fondly remembered by hardcore Christian rock fans from his days in synth to hard rock Mad At The World. Currently working with his own band bearing his last name, Rose successfully went to the Kickstarter well last year to finance a new recording he promised would be anything but, well, roses and rose-colored stained glass windows. A few hiccups hindered the release schedule, but the album is now out. It is raw and real.

"Songs For The Ritually Abused" by Rose
“Songs For The Ritually Abused” by Rose

Musically, for those unaware of Rose’s sound the best comparison would be to think of Muse with the melodrama turned down and the snarl turned up to 11. Melody is often delivered with the business end of a fuzztone sledgehammer. There are quiet moments, but for the most part Songs For The Ritually Abused is pounding mid-tempo fury. It’s not metal nor goth, but fans of each genre as well as those attracted by anthems will find plenty to sink their teeth into even as the music bares its own teeth.

Lyrically, the only words that accurately capture the album’s horror and hope are its own:

You were ritually abused…battered, bloodied and bruised
But Jesus is calling your name and Girl, you’ll never be the same
Tears stain my cheek for the one who couldn’t speak
Sweet little Girl…

I know everything’s gonna be fine
Girl, I know He’ll wipe the tears from your eyes
So close your eyes and dream of things
Close your eyes and dream of things
So close your eyes and dream of things that
You thought that you’d never see

Beautiful Girl…

Havilah, your time has come
And now you get to speak…

You can speak.

For example. Other songs cut even deeper, exposing and calling out the monsters who abuse children while proclaiming Christ’s love in action for victims. It is a fearsome, brutally effective tour de force.

Songs For The Ritually Abused will not make anyone want to hit the dance floor, and it’s extremely doubtful the average Ariana Grande fan will find much, if anything, here to her liking. That said, it is precisely for her fans seeking solace in her music as an escape from their private hell that this album was made. If it moves people to action confronting this evil, or serves as a lifeline for those unwillingly described in its words, with this album Randy Rose has accomplished God’s work.

The album is available at Amazon, CD Baby, direct from the record label, iTunes, and Rose’s website.