No Room for the Weak

VINYL FORMAT. Father Murphy's sound can best be described as dark, melodic, heavy and haunting. Imagine 5,000 Viking Oars being dipped into the cold sea; 500 Cherokee drums summoning the spirits of battle; and a fifty foot tall Grace Slick presiding over a midnight pagan ritual with torch, sword and microphone. This is Father Murphy. The Italian rock trio's previous album . . .And He Told Us to Turn to the Sun was warmly embraced by the UK and the US press and won fans like Julian Cope, Deerhoof and Michael Gira. Father Murphy is now back with a new, four song EP that is both an extenuation of their previous albums and a huge step forward. Taking the title from a line of Joy Division's "Day of the Lords" and building from the same sound that made the LP such a strangely eerie aural experience (detuned guitars, droning toy organs, strangled boy/girl vocal harmonies), Father Murphy takes the listener to a short but increasingly deep and suffocating trip into their collective mind. Lyrically, the EP deals with the dubious joys of mysticism, convoluted theology, enlightenment through self-inflicted pain and a perilous, twisted way to an equally twisted idea of salvation.