Realisation Of A Dream.

The ambition

realised and a certain

hope fulfilled,

thirty years since it first took root,

buried deep and sometimes neglected

by outside forces,

I opened my mouth to talk

and where the dream at this


might turn sour,

dry and unresponsive,

a fool and an idiot,

I instead at least looked you all in the eyes,

Ghosts of mine

and friends

and I delivered.


Ian D. Hall 2016

Folklaw, Smokey Joe. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Energy is under appreciated, it sometimes gets confused with over confidence or unnatural exuberance, it occasionally can be grating and the waves of the overdone musician. Energy though is natural, the ally of the ear and if it doesn’t get the notes, if it feels as if the musician is holding back, then the ear takes offence and tells the heart to dismiss completely anything that comes from the recorded message.

Bicester, Rewind To The 80s. Garth Park, Bicester.


Bicester was always a quiet town, somehow bordering on genteel despite the nature of calm rebellion installed by the teenagers of the area, the hush of anarchy that was forever blowing in their veins but somehow never getting beyond the point where the small population was ever worried that life was not somehow a picturesque version of some Famous Five novel. Sure there was a riot in the town but comparing that to the big cities, judging against history is like weighing up the difference between an oak and a sapling.

Wimpy Dreams.

Across the table

in the Wimpy diner

I reacted to my dinner plate

being put down with

“Could you

pass the pepper please Pooh”.


I added

“Could I make you any more alliterative?”

Pausing briefly, she replied,

“Possibly, but not before breakfast or brunch.”


Ian D. Hall 2016

Let It Bee.

Panic against the window,

slowly realising its plight

and anxiety levels rising,

it nears death,

exhaustion and dehydration;

in the sun magnified window

of Lime Street Station.

It lowers its wings and

wonders where it all went wrong,

why all the glass and concrete,

where did the fields go,

the flowers, the hedges…

its heart saddened,

sugar water suddenly poured,

dripping from above and for a while

it struggles, Herculean

in its fight to stay alive

and finally after two hours

Wild Fruit Art Collective, Fabric/Rats And The Brass. Singles Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

You live for the new as much as you find yourself clinging to the old and much loved, your life is not the preserve of everything you have listened to in your life but also it is a well freshly dug out well, one with an endless seam of possibilities in which to drink from, one that might lead down a different path, a stream of purer thought; or at the very least one that will nourish and sustain you in its raw and tempest like power.

The Girl With The Strawberry Hair, Stay In The Light. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Sarah Beatrice radiates soul, vitality and musical honesty whether you are fortunate to meet her in the street or the venues, or if you have the providence of listening to her voice as she performs delicate but punchy songs that have width and scope wrapped around them like a much loved tale of romance and intrigue. As The Girl with the Strawberry Hair, Sarah Beatrice brings love to her songs, that rascal of the moment to which we all might be lucky to have at some point and one that comes across with beautiful melancholic ease in her new song Stay In The Light.

Ed Harcourt, Furnaces. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Surely at no point has Ed Harcourt had any valid criticism thrown his way, there is just so much to admire in the man’s music and thoughtfulness of the world we exist in that anyone finding a way to snipe or sneer is arguably only coming from the position of the a high ground that doesn’t matter.

The music has always been beautiful, rage filled, inclusive and honest, it is the sound of modest triumph and the keen eye of the observer patiently watching society, scrutinising each individual and bringing their tale to the table; whether in anger, solace or respect, Ed Harcourt has never let his fan base down and that discerning touch is all over his latest album, Furnaces.

Andrew Finn Magill, Roots. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Life can be extraordinary for some, but that is only because of the sheer hard work they have put into making it so. For as Andrew Finn Magill brings his growing audience a further taste of the music that he has become entrenched within and it is one that is patient, lively and full captivation, one that knows the spirit it offers and that of the musician’s Roots, one that spreads out as each note is forged in the steam of a fiddle on fire.

Tea In Llandudno.

We stopped for a while

to drink a cup of tea

near the railings

and the far off sea

that surrounded the fort

of Llandudno, holding it ransom,

holding back an acre of time

for us to talk of the decades

that separated us but the love

that had bound us forever.

It perhaps was not the most beautiful spot,

the most exciting

or indeed the one that cradled

our relationship

as grandmother and grandson,

the cliffs overlooking Petit Bot Bay

now long gone and clouded