A great book digged out by  Studies in Crap:

By the late 1980s, evangelicals had perfected an unlikely method of winning young people to Christ. Step One. Loudly damn everything that young people might enjoy, ever. Step Two: Watch the kids flock to you.

Turns out, all of kid’s musical heroas perform in the service of demons, devils, and “a Greek deity named Pan”. Godwin proves thins on the books’s first page when he points out that Paul McCartney holds a panpipe on the sleeve of his Pipes of Peace record, a well-known favorite of cultists everywhere. As a cabernet sauvignon is to fine steak, so is the light funk of “Say, Say, Say” to human sacrifice.

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