I think St. Augustine was wary of church music for fear that it would present too much of an opportunity for the faithful to enjoy themselves, thus distracting them from their sinful condition and the need to submit humbly to the spiritual power of the Mass.
When I get aggravated by the Sunday school vibes from the Anglican guitars and PowerPoint sermons, I yearn for solemnity and incense and chanting monks.
And then I think: I am aesthetically repulsed by All Age Worship. I am not enjoying this at all. I shrink from the aesthetic experience, therefore I am fulfilling the Augustinian ideal of unmitigated awareness of why I am in Church.
On a serious note, I do wonder if my discomfiture with modern styles of worship amounts to intellectual snobbery, and somehow by reducing us all to the intellectual level of Children, the church is doubling down on the repudiation of the tree of knowledge.
But then I also know that as a child, I found what must have been an innocent thrill in the magic of dramatically lit rituals, whether carried out in a circus ring, or in transubstantiation on the altar.
So perhaps to be like a child, to quell intellectual ambition, we need a dose of awe, of magic?
I suppose that's what certain souls seek, but I recognise that there seems to be a Christianity for every personality. Not everyone is haunted.