"The poems in Alan Murphy’s third collection, Prometheus Unplugged, exhibit a new assurance in matters such as rhyme, rhythm and scansion. Myth and music chime harmoniously in verses where ancient Greek meets ageing rocker and where the encounters resound with literary echoes: “I met a weirdo from an antique band . . . ” The humour of the writing is matched in the colourful collage illustrations, all nostalgically redolent of a time when the summers lasted for ever."
-Robert Dunbar, The Irish Times
"Alan Murphy's third book of poetry and cut out illustrations, Prometheus Unplugged, has all the colourful wonder and imagination that his first two books delivered on. He is a fun, inventive writer and illustrator, and this time it is a 'rock and roll' story with the mythical Prometheus ( he gifted fire to the world). In Murphy's book, Prometheus is an emerging rock star, with all the verbal swagger of an air guitar legend who knows he is destined for " The sound of a thousand stellar guitars/On a thousand stages in a thousand bars". You sense the "coolest sound in the cosmos" from a sonic onslaught "that ironed out your perm and curdled your flares"
Sometimes. it rains rock and roll with the sun coming out for an encore and the poem, A Flea At A Rock Concert, is like no show I have ever seen, and, The Crows, are the talented "tenacious-taloned" band of curmudgeons who "soar in dark armies".
There are pastiche country songs like, There's A Hole In My Guitar, and the Lullaby Rap, that will not send a child to sleep, is such fun but not funnier than, Rock Lobsters, or the disco of funky music, Rhythm and Boos.
Poem after poem entertains with the coolest puns like, " And the hippest of all at the geometry ball was Mobius and his band". Whose "sum was not a square". The poem, Band Names, overflows with puns like, "Hyperactive Noise"; "Seething Heathens"; "Quantum Physique"; "Babies With Rabies" or "Jazz Octopus".
Alan Murphy encores with, Act of Mod, and then rocks out with, The Rime Of The Ancient Hard Rocker, before giving over the stage to Foetalmania, whose anthem is " We're here to stay/And we'll soon learn to sing,/ And we'll soon learn to play".
What more can I say."
-Liam Murphy, Munster Express