We did it! After a long, slow descent into Christian music-induced madness, we've finally found where the sea floor drops off into oblivion thanks to an album so aggressively dull, so devoid of anything resembling intrigue or artistic value, that it’s left us staring into the yawning void of our own psychosis. Congratulations to Christian music’s crustiest jack strap: Disciple’s 1997 EP, My Daddy Can Whip Your Daddy—a title as embarrassing as the music it drags behind it.