Category Archives: Music

Steve Gardner And The Mission Express, Bathed In Comfort. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Whether we like it or not, we are all on a mission, we almost don’t recognise the fact the charge of the vocation placed before us, we don’t realise the simplicity of the exercise in hand, to survive, to spread a sprinkle of joy where we can. To drive the vehicle of our choice, from high speed adrenaline fuelled rocket under the bonnet, ten wheeled drive juggernaut to the sedate feel of our feet touching the very Earth in which we have made our home, taking every moment in, only pausing to salute the bravery and the sheer cool of those who find the iconic Volkswagen Transporter an alluring sight on The Mission Express as offer the listener a moment to be Bathed in Comfort.

Stone Broken, Ain’t Always Easy. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

If everything was easy, then everybody would be doing it, everybody would have so much going on in their lives that the world would ground to a halt under the weight of simplicity and the uncomplicated.

If everything was easy, then what would be the point of endeavour, of pushing the soul till it reaches what feels like breaking point, there would be no conviction, no sincerity, no belief, art would become meaningless, music would be a devoid of any creative personality, theatre would become a bore. Thankfully it Ain’t Always Easy, thankfully life and the pursuit of passion is full of pitfalls, traps, black holes and the respect due to those that try and often fail, for life, as Stone Broken make clear in the opening track of their new album, is Worth Fighting For.

Music For Voyeurs, Encounter. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

An Encounter is all you need in which to see the day, Time, your life, differently, the chance meeting, the overheard information, the prize of attaining something new and exciting and regardless of what Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson may whisper down the monotone years, an encounter doesn’t have to be brief, it doesn’t have to just a passing phase, it can lead quite happily down the road to place where angels lay in eternal blissful wait or where the Music For Voyeurs is an unbroken and irreversible passion.

Izzie Walsh, Take Me Back. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

It is the cry of pain that wrestles with experience, the need, the sense of forlorn hope that the person expresses in the act of defiance and denial, the three words Take Me Back are there to remind us that we can never truly capture the feeling that was once deeply ingrained into hearts, seared with a branding iron, stamped with the memory of that we have lost. It is the three words we have all used once in our lives and the ones we remember; perhaps the only time the act of self pity or overwhelming pressure is vocally heard and is meant in its raw and most passionate sense.

Ady Johnson, London Songs. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

There is no getting away with the fact that despite it being a sprawling metropolis, a virtual criss-crossed labyrinth of villages encircled by the M25 and bound together by a distinction of purpose rather than the natural order of unity, that the songs of London, from its people through to its incredible history, are always worth hearing, especially when they are in the voice of a musician to whom the streets are not paved with the commonplace or the predictable stare of someone who has immersed themselves too deeply in the capital’s attention, but instead one to whom sees and hears the delight of the unaccustomed and the precious.

Steve Logan, Backstreets of Eden. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

If only there had been a side-street, a sort of half way house for the convicted, a place where they could have been tagged and kept an eye on by the God of their choice, then perhaps Adam and Eve could have found their way back to the secret garden a lot quicker, harsh but fair it would have been announced as, a banishment fitting the crime and yet if there had been the Backstreets of Eden, then the music would still have got to their ears and redemption may have been found.

Sacred Ape, Electric Mountain. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There is something about the mountain that compels us to climb higher than we arguably should find ourselves, that the drive to see the world below us from such a vantage point is on a par with placing ourselves in the thoughts of Icarus as he strapped on his tar soaked feathered as found himself wondering just how high he could actually go. It probably amounts to the allusion that we give ourselves that the mountain top is the pinnacle of human conquest and from there the domain can be seen as electric and boundless.

Braggers, Braggers Live. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7/10

For every live recording produced, there is always the anguish of the sound inside the mind that is a cross between a squeal of satisfaction and the anguish of possible discontent; it really does depend on the ability of the band or the capturing of the moment to see which emotion comes out on top, which one carries the hopes of contentment to make plans to see the particular band live or to just exist on in the realms of the studio album releases.

Vile Assembly, Division Of Labour. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

There is nothing quite like the stirring of emotions and the waves of growing anger at the system that is encapsulated when the ears find a track in which to rage alongside with; that the surprise of absolute fury is not seen in the numbers as it used to be is always a constant surprise, a chance missed of a glorious revolution or one that has not home yet as the music finds its own way to deal with the problems that are at the centre of our own destruction.

Stick In The Wheel, Follow Them True. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The world depends on anarchy to be able to dream of what it would be like to stir the pot of revolution; it might only be the casual caress with the notion of finding the pleasure that is due us all as we play with the fire of change, however it is a change that is more than welcome, more than comfortable in our psyche if it sees rebellion against the cause of insufferable sameness; for nobody truly wants to see the world become a turgid mess of monotony, nobody should see art become dull and uniform.