Loftland "I Don't Want To Dance" by David Bunce (cmaddict.com) on 2014-02-10 16:16:37
Loftland’s album “I Don't Want To Dance” possesses a great energy and every single song has enjoyably catchy beats and rhythms that deserve to be put on replay at least a few times each! Upon first listen, I might have said that they are like another One Direction, but their diversity in style and redemptive attitude in today's culture puts Loftland in a class of their own.
While they all keep the same general sound throughout the album, each song is flavored with a little taste of different techno/dance like Capital Kings, pop like Backstreet Boys, and punk/rock like some of Hawk Nelson’s early music or Stellar Kart.
Loftland’s redemptive attitude toward culture is clearly demonstrated in songs like “Girl Like That”, the things looked for in a girl is “somebody that’s got my back, faithful, fierce, and free, somebody that’s my better half.” The verses emphasize that her character, especially godly character, should take precedence over what most mainstream artists consider “attractive”.
As far as my One Direction correlation is concerned, I do believe stylistically they are very close in a few instances; especially in the song “Can’t get enough”.
While not an exclusively Christian album, meaning that not every song is about God, it embraces life with vigor and youthful zest. It’s something I found quite attractive about each and every song.
I believe Loftland’s goal through this album is to share love; Love for God and love for others. The lyrics from "Let's make it loud" says it best:
“Let's make it loud
Let's sing it out
Let's crank it up
Until the walls come down
We're not the future
We are the now
We've got a love song
You can't drown out”
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