Tom Vamos, Magnet Shield. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

In life, there are so few things you can count upon to stay true to their original purpose or their standpoint and ethic; fluidity is a virtue but so is being able to stand tall and counter argue with passion why some are going off course and heading into the unknown, without a map, without a torch and without hope.

Villy Raze, Ignite. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Light the fuse and stand well back, do not be tempted to return to item without having read the manual, for once Villy Raze is lit, there is no holding him back and it is a pleasure to see the rocket cascade in a different set of colours in his new single Ignite.

Small Talk.

I don’t feel comfortable

in the small talk,

it comes out

the wrong,

unhelpful, inconsequential

and full of near sighted opinions

that are

immovable, restricted

and deaf.

Give me

the big conversation, one of


one that can be easily followed

and can create


loud voices of agreement

or of argument

but in which thankfully never comes

down to

asking someone

just how much their house

is worth

Bob Leslie, Land And Sea. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There is the ballad, the sense of purity in which a person declares love and affection for another soul, but knowing full well it could be thrown back in their face, that the embarrassment of opening up is only countered by the weight of possible disappointment.

Two Ways Home, Closest Stranger. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Sometimes it isn’t the person that is next to your side fighting the same battles as you that is the person you confide an idea, a plan or a dream in, for any person who is that deeply entrenched in your life might find it difficult to understand that the way you see the world is not quite the way they view it, that there is more than one way home.

A Line On A Bicester Wall.


I leave a line of memory on a Bicester wall,

a remark, an admission of love

wrapped up in clothing of regret,

for these days I think of you

in sepia detail, like a long lost lover

who moved away without saying goodbye,

I feel bereft of Time,

for whilst I glimpse at you

in modern social media glory and those bitter

sweet postcards

sent by locomotive from

the steep bank of Bicester North,

I miss the haze of Sheep Street

now closed

The 19th Street Band, The Things That Matter. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

We all understand The Things That Matter and yet as 21st Century beings we find ourselves continually cut adrift from them, we have cut so many ties to family, to friends, to the past and to nature, we have chased the Dollar, the Pound and the Euro, we have greedily sought to own more, abuse our bodies, as well as our surroundings, we have lost sight of The Things That Matter, so much so that it could be remarked that we have become shadows on a mural; inconsequential, pretty to look at but faded by remorse and Time.

Paul Anderson, The High Summit. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

It is the moment of high praise when listening to a set of instrumental songs on an album, that the person being serenaded by just sound can reflect on more than just colours, the shapes of aural description and the repose of the strings and brass offered; it is the highest of accolades when that music stirs the imagination and words flow invisibly, like ripples of poetry, down through each instrument and every bar.

Harriet!, Those Three Words/Just Sign. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Those Three Words can hide a multitude of meanings, three little words which can profess so much and yet are often fumbled around in case of embarrassment or in case of rejection. We ask ourselves and those we have affection for to listen to be careful on how those words are used, in many cases we only ask for a Just Sign to appear, one of truth and one that Rocks.

Melancholic Memories As We Dance In The Shadow Of Balmoral.

In the light of day,

I see you,

spectral showers frame your skin

and the ghosts of our past,

silent, quiet, here

on the Scottish hillside

overlooking the future

with uncertainty  and framed by cold winters,

if only they had listened to our unspoken

warning, then we would have not heard

the quiet stealth of a killer

approaching us

from the skies.

In the light of day,

oh my darling, dance with me

as we become


and then,

much like our melancholic memories,