Father Murphy


Father Murphy is the sound of the Catholic sense of Guilt.
A downward spiral aiming at the bottom of the hollow, and then digging even deeper.

Father Murphy, with five albums and a plethora of EPs and limited releases, over the years became one of the most mysterious and enigmatic musical entities coming out of Italy, part of that community that Simon Reynolds started to call the new “Italian Occult Psychedelia” and well known for their really intense live shows, something in between a rite and an artistic performance.

After having furiously performed all over Europe, toured North America with Deerhoof, Dirty Beaches, Iceage and Xiu Xiu, been praised by the Archdruid Julian Cope, Michael Gira, Geoff Barrow, among lots of others, the Italian outfit just finished their last effort, a trilogy on the Cross, consisting of Calvary (out January 2015 on the British label Blue Tapes), Croce (March 2015 on the American The Flenser) and Lamentations (to be released November 2015 by the Italian Backwards).

Italy’s fabulously lawless organ-guitar-drums trio Father Murphy, who have – with their colossal new album Anyway Your Children Will Deny It – delivered a disc of exhilarating vocal harmonies, low church organ themes, and flipped out heathen tantrums all exquisitely staged and performed with that same theatrical drama as early This Heat or JA Caesar… this is a haunting and superb work that you really must check out.

It is no surprise that Julian Cope is a big fan of this eccentric Italian  trio,  their second albun sounds genuinly gothic but somehow manages to invoke other disparate influences.
John LewisUNCUT

I’ll put an extra shilling in the collection plate if Reverend freddie Murphy has been ordained. There’s chanting and banging and bells-a-plenty, a peculiar hymnal to the art of noise. Throughouth, the percussions, strangulated sounds, epic songstitles and conceptual doom as if the world’s faiths are administering the last rites over the rattlin’ bones of Liars. If the papists hear this, there’ll be excommunication for Reverend Fred. Amen to that.
Luke TurnerNME

The dead-eyed chants, keyboard drones and bone-dry rhytms of Italian Father Murphy’s second album conjure up a funereal atmosphere somewhere between homemade Morricone and toytown Goblin… That ol’devil Dario would surely approve.
Joseph StannardTHE WIRE

Recently watching the 1974 “classic” Nude for Satan confirmed that A: Italian art can often be simultaneously Catholic and subversive and B: they make music that’s fantastically fucked up… There are elements of Michael Gira’s shabby grandeur crossed with the improvised drum racket of My Cat is an Alien. Their guitars seem infected with distortion and the percussion blends rowing rhythms with sea spray cymbals. The whole procession keeps shifting focus so that you can’t be sure if they are winking or wincing.

Father Murphy delve further into the prog horror sound of 2008 …And He told us to turn to the Sun, with a poundling Gialloesque score that suggests a band who’ve studied Messiaen’s Messe de la Pentecote alongside Os Mutantes and spotted a deep and true connection.

The Italian rock renaissance of the 21st century — at least in some corners — continues with the work of Father Murphy, as aggressively outré as early Jennifer Gentle, say, but with their own distinct style, twisted stop-start chants and clatter instead of bizarrely winsome sparkles… Father Murphy are well on their way to establishing their own solid reputation for an intriguing listen.

Compliments to Michael Gira for pointing Dream Magazine in the direction of this intriguing Italian psychedelic outfit… This is definitely a band to keep an eye and ear open for.

When I played a non-band set in Oakland, California, opening for the Italian band Father Murphy, they completely floored me. I had never heard of them until then, but their album And He Told Us Not To Turn to the Sun packs some of the most original, beautiful music I’d heard in a long time – think eerily spacious songs with strange yet perfect arrangements. And such nice people! I’m a huge fan.
John Dieterich (Deerhoof) as interviewed by THE INDEPENDENT

A mix of Monty Python and a lurid low-budget Italian horror film comes to mind as you listen to the clanging riffs and distressed wails of Turin outfit Father Murphy… The floridly prog-gothic atmosphere – sinister church organ, shuddering guitars, black mass chants – grows oddly beguiling as the album continues. Suspension of disbelief is required, but the effort doesn’t go unrewarded.
Ludovic Hunter-TilneyFINANCIAL TIMES

Dal vivo, sono semplicemente una delle band più intense in cui vi possiate imbattere di questi tempi. Su disco, il suono dei Father Murphy è cupo, teso, vagamente chiesastico ma intrinsecamente pagano, austero e con ambigui spunti che mescolano post-punk, musica da camera, folk e italoprog. - Valerio Mattioli, XL di REPUBBLICA