If rock-and-roll is well done, there's nothing so terribly wrong with that kind of music. But the lyrics are another story.
When Catherine told me about this (tragedy nearby), I could only say, shocked, "Dear God, that family needs grace. " She replied firmly, "That family needs casseroles," and then proceeded to organize the entire neighborhood into bringing that family dinner, in shifts, every single night, for an entire year. I do not know if my sister fully recognizes that this _is_ grace.