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Father Murphy

Anyway, your children will deny it

(8tx CD, Aagoo rec 2012)

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After years of religious preaching (third studio album, excluding their exp-pop parenthesis, s/t and Six Musicians Getting Unknown), with their new record, Father Murphy finally come and tell Apocalypse (first three tracks) and Apocatastasis.
Mixed and mastered by Greg Saunier of Deerhoof (they toured US together last year), their black universe of primitive holyness keeps faith to the severity of biblical nihilism of No Room for the Week (> read komareview), adding shades of destructive finalism: from the sinister melancholy of How we ended up with feelings of guilt, to the harsh cave sounds and yells of His face showed no distortions, trumpet of God for the storm of stones of the following industrial twist of It is funny, it is restful both came quickly.
Then the record stretches its pace, finding the Revelation with Their consciousness and In the flood with the flood, as well also a way into the medieval with In praise of our doubts.
Organ, detuned guitar bathed into reverb, funeral percussions as evil, and little bells, keyboards, boy/girl chanting: with these means and ingredients, Father Murphy translate the apocryphal books with the key of a own peculiar and experimental sound. A great album. As it's over, you need a break.

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Dopo anni di predicazione religiosa (terzo album in studio, escludendo gli esordi exp-pop del s/t e Six Musicians Getting Unknown), con il loro nuovo disco, i Father Murphy finalmente giungono a raccontare Apocalisse (le prime tre tracce) e Apocatastasi.
Mixed e mastered by Greg Saunier dei Deerhoof (sono stati in tour negli USA insieme lo scorso anno), il loro universo nero pece di primitiva sacralità tiene fede alla severità di biblico nichilisimo di No Room for the Week (> leggi komarecensio), aggiungendo toni di finalismo distruttivo: dalla malinconia sinistra di How we ended up with feelings of guilt, alla durezza dei suoni cavernosi e grida di His face showed no distortions, squillo di tromba di Dio per annunciare la pioggia di pietre della successiva It is funny, it is restful both came quickly, dal taglio ferocemente industrial.
Poi il disco distende il passo, scoprendo la Rivelazione con Their consciousness e In the flood with the flood, nonchè puntando un piede nel medievale con In praise of our doubts.
Organo, chitarra elettrica sotto di diverse ottave in un bagno di riverbero, percussioni funeree quanto cattive: con questi mezzi ed ingredienti, i Father Murphy traducono i libri apocrifi con la chiave di un sound peculiare quanto sperimentale. Un bell'album. E come è finito, hai bisogno di pausa.

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