Matt McCoy "Shine (Live) (EP)" by David Bunce (cmaddict.com) on 2013-08-19 14:38:06
I listened to this album in its entirety about four times before actually finishing this review. I liked it, but couldn’t really nail down its niche, uniqueness, or why I liked it so much.
The lyrics are great, the music is good, and it is akin to the great worship music we’ve almost become used to because of other incredibly talented artists like Chris Tomlin, Hillsong, etc.
The choruses and hooks can be a little repetitive, but I believe that’s because Matt is not just singing a song of words to be memorized, but rather to be more like declarations made to praise the name of Jesus and let our love for Him resonate through our worship.
“The People of God” is one of my favorites, and like the rest of this album, is easy to get stuck in your head. Unlike certain songs which cause agony when it is repeated in your head, having any of the songs from "Shine" stuck in your head is a very pleasant thing. It’s music to lift your head when you’re down and to encourage you while you pray, sing, or drive.
It was a bold move to go ahead and record a live album as a relatively new artist, however I believe it was the right decision. It brings freshness and an authenticity to these very worship centered songs of praise.
One of the things I always love about live albums is the automatic “choir” built into the sound. These songs are so well crafted to be songs of community worship. I found myself starting to hum and sing along with the choruses so heartfelt and again, worshipful.
I not only believe that Matt has a marvelous gift for creating meaningful music, but also a gift for leading people into worship! I pray he keeps it up and I would love for this album to be expanded!
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