In a nutshell: For his debut album, erstwhile worship leader Stanfill swings for the fences. His 11-song album is made up of big choruses, big chords, and big vocals aimed at the nosebleed seats—all stitched together with glossy keyboard sounds. It's only at the end of the disc that Stanfill reins everything in for an atmospheric and haunting worship ballad that just so happens to be the best song here. It's an aptly titled album, one that almost forces you to notice it through the sheer size and volume of the songs within.?
