John Murry’s third album is starlit and wondrous, like being wrapped in the softest black velvet. It’s an album of startling imagery and insinuating melodies, of cold moonlight and searing heat. It’s a record that penetrates to the very heart of you, searing with its burning honesty, its unsparing intimacy and its twisted beauty.
‘The Stars Are God’s Bullet Holes’ is not an album for an ordinary world, because it’s not an ordinary album. It’s an album to dive deep into and submerge yourself in, and to emerge from aware that this world is a remarkable place, and that John Murry is a remarkable artist.
A1: Oscar Wilde (Came Here To Make Fun Of You)
A2: Perfume & Decay
A3: The Stars are God's Bullet Holes
A4: Di Kreutser Sonata
A5: I Refuse To Believe (You Could Love Me)
B1: Ones + Zeros
B2: Time & A Rifle
B3: Ordinary World
B5: Yer Little Black Book