NEW ALBUMS
JOHN MURRY
The Stars Are God’s Bullet Holes
Vengeful and chewed up, but varied.
By Allan Jones
SUBMARINECAT
9/10
Best served cold: Murry can’t forget
“BOUGHT fertiliser and brake fluid/Who in the hell am I supposed to trust?” John Murry’s new album opens with a song about a man building a bomb that somehow introduces Oscar Wilde into a narrative about American unrest. Domestic terrorism, the Oklahoma bombing, gas chambers, low-flying police helicopters, natty Oscar playing bridge. Longstanding fans will take these uneasy juxtapositions in their stride. Nearly everything Murry’s released to date has sounded like a dispatch from one war zone or another – both his previous solo albums tackle the issue of trauma.