
And like his fellow Irishman, poetic and emotive lyricism is also the order of the day, tugging heartstrings and philosophising about the day-to-day emotions that we are all familiar with. But where Rice seems to be in a constant state of emotional agony, tearing at his tortured soul for understanding, Robb seems to inhabit a more positive place, or at least one that accepts the downside of life, love and loss with wistful acceptance.
For me it is songs such as Headstrong that really bring home his strengths, quirky grooves, sweeping strings and an upbeat country-folk bounce that smacks wonderful and unexpectedly of the indie-roots chic of the likes of The Decembrists. But whether drooling over the intimacy of the mellow end of his musical canon or jiving around to the infectious beats of his more driven works, Robb Murphy is a name that you will be hearing a lot more of.
