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O Come, O Come, Emmanuel

Some have questioned the inclusion of what has become a stereotypically Advent seasonal hymn on a non-Christmas work. This song became a part of FBR because of its invitational message that recognizes the lordship of the Christ. The under currents of the project speak of man's desperate need for an ultimate answer and this text pictures gospel rescue beautifully.

As much as "Out of the Deep I Call" was a reference to the 90's, "O Come, O Come, Emmanuel" was a tribute to the 80's. Personally describing it as a hybrid of Johnny Cash and Depeche Mode, I enjoyed the U2-ish guitar riffs laid down by Ben. Indeed, the arrangement ended up being so unique that I chose to stay with the original melody and chord structure, so as to not completely alienate the worshiper.

Though I have fielded several comments in praise of this version of the tune, I have to admit that it was not an easy feat. After nearly two hours of rehearsal, this track was simply not coming together. As I have hinted at previously, rehearsing and recording the project was no mean task. We had a looming deadline, and I for one was becoming concerned that this hymn may have to be scrapped from the final lineup. Thankfully, Evan (one of the drummers) had several good pointers, and ultimately arranged a composition that handily took on a life of its own that was quite distant from its start. The goal, as he put it, was to record a hymn that didn't strike the listener as such.

As I listen to the track now, I am so thankful for the great group of musicians that were so eager to work on FBR and lend their ideas. I found the additional perspectives quite invigorating and certainly the FBR album would not be near the asset that it is without their late night sacrifices and contribution.


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