I was recently turned on to a rock band by a White Horse Inn listener. After hearing just a few songs by the Vigilantes of Love, I became a fan. With a sound reminiscent of the Waterboys, The Call, U2, Bruce Cockburn, and if I dare say, Bob Dylan, they have nevertheless marked their own territory. You can't listen to V. O. L. without feeling their theology of despair. Their most recent CD, Blister Soul, cries out:
There's a smaller place you go, where there's hardly any sound, where the ...
