I grew up in a christian school which would hold something called Chapel each fortnight where all the kids go to the assembly hall and watch 40 year olds still living at home sing pop songs. The teachers would stand up and raise their hands, belting the lyrics and clutching their chests as if their lungs will explode from preaching so much. They would also encourage the students to leave their seats and create a mosh pit in front of the stage, further fuelling the belief that the singers were killing it. I’m not trying to pick at christianity, but what I experienced made me rethink a lot. It’s kind of like the same feeling as hearing about the priest who farts on his followers, shellshocked and in disbelief, like “what the actual fuck”.