You know, James Murphy kind of looks like he could be someone's dad. And not the cool kind of dad who works at a tattoo parlor until he can save up enough money for that chop shop he's always wanted to open, the cool kind of dad who buys beer for you and then tells the cops that "he's sixteen years old, he can bail himself out of jail." No, he looks like the kind of dad who votes in every civic election and works at something stable and boring. Like IT. Or management.