'Murray's genre isn't easily identifiable. It is literal, cryptic and metaphysical; damning and hopeful. But he will have it no other way. It traverses standard poetry and prose. He uses his literary canvas well, quite well, but this is conscious art best delivered as a monologue. This is predictably Murray's element. From the page to the stage, one can only imagine words that breathe - enliven - words that dance before transfixed audiences. Oh, memories of Tracy Chapman's Talking about a Revolution.'

Glenville Ashby
Jamaica Gleaner