Tag Archives: album review

Lindsey Buckingham/Christine McVie, Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

If the world cannot have Fleetwood Mac, then there is always at least Fleetwood Mac in one form or another and one of the reasons that the band name endures, touches the hearts of the vast majority who have ever heard the group across all the incarnations and different styles, is arguably down to the soul of Lindsey Buckingham. Regardless of whether on his own in the beguiling Seeds We Sow from 2011, across time with Stevie Nicks or in the passion that the classic line up of Fleetwood Mac bring together, the sense of magic and musical accomplishment, there is always Lindsey Buckingham, there is always Fleetwood Mac.

Ben Bostick, Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

The outsider, the recluse from the world, of doing things in the perceived normal way or the genius native who sees life for what it truly can be, extraordinary, uncommon and peculiar, out in the open and not closeted away in a studio, forever thinking of the next album, always in demand by the managers and the representatives rather than the true believers, those that take their time out to see you perform, even a boardwalk, up to your neck in songs that might never reach the world but for a brief moment thrill the ears of those walking by.

Paul Wilkes, Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

There is something very comforting in realising that Paul Wilkes has returned from the studio, armed with new songs, possessing stunning arrangements and taking on the world once more.

Not that the world would argue, they would applaud, holler, whoop a while and then sit back and let the words of a genuinely wonderfully lyricist and observer of the human condition take his stance, put his name out before the song and then let the music roll; it is in that comfort that such an artist strives for, that no matter the lyric or the song’s intention, the last thing they desire is to take away someone’s hope, for in hope there is always still a chance of love.

Canny Fettle, Still Gannin’ Canny. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

 

The art of being lost in Time only works if you never speak again after your success, otherwise Time has a way of bringing you back, rediscovering you and finding a place in uncertain times for you to shine and be incredible once again. You may believe you can control Time; that you can do one thing, do it so well that for a moment in the wink of your eye you are on top of the world and then you can disappear at your own volition and be forever remembered with sepia toned acknowledgement and praise as the ultimate bee’s knees.

The Doomsday Kingdom, Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Always pertinent, never short of imagery, some bands create albums that are always going to stand the test of time, no matter the genre, simply because they invoke the picture of Time, of humanity’s walk to destruction or to sincerely hoped redemption with clarity and transparent lucidity.

It is in that lucid thought that the nightmares and dreams force themselves to the forefront and The Doomsday Kingdom’s self titled album is no different; it soars with the same intelligent clear thought found so abundantly on many metal albums but one that really gets to grips with the idea of mortality and destruction, even as undercurrent carried by the thoughts of Candlemass’ Leif Edling.

Eliza Neals, 10,000 Feet Below. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Sometimes it takes scouring the very depths to come up above ground and be seen as the true star that you are; the height varies of course, some only have to plunge a couple of yards and they are doomed to never return, their ego, their blasé approach to life marking them out as ones who just don’t understand the Blues or the feeling of trying to better what was already seemingly perfect. For those that head 10,000 Feet Below the surface, who truly get to grips with their thoughts of pushing themselves beyond the expected, further than the ordinary, then that couple of miles journey is nothing; especially if it means soaring higher than ever.

Steve Hackett, The Night Siren. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

To be consistent, to be so imaginatively fertile in the use of art across several decades and still sound as if the music you are creating is one that has been inspired by a Muse who knows a thing or two the subtle complexity of being Progressive, then either the world has been kind to you or you just happen to be the person who listens to ones who weep at dusk, who sing songs of fantasy and freedom in the depths of midnight’s favourite illusion or the sense of peace offered by The Night Siren.

Michael Schenker “Fest” Live Tokyo. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

It is the pulse of electricity, the chords that beat and ravage the unwary visitor to the point where they think of nothing more than delving into the back catalogue of the artist, of immersing themselves completely into the era of bonhomie and interest in what else the world has to offer. A time before time, for the older fans a memory to hold onto, for the younger, perhaps less versed in the cycle of the live performance, a message to be at one with the power of one of Rock’s finest.

Elfin Bow, Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

There is a certain majesty in the way that Elfin Bow presents her self-titled new album, not one of false regal misfortune but instead the type that is more natural, more ethereal, the type in which Tatiana would look upon her fellow fairies with pride or Juno, the wife of Jupiter would tease and rack the conscious of Tiresias whilst being the mother of all strong women in the Roman Empire; it is the majesty of innocence, of sublime spirit and protection and one that Elfin Bow, the superb Elizabeth Jones, wears well.

Alistair Anderson & Northlands, Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

If we don’t sit down occasionally and see life through the medium of our senses and just keep going on to derive some ludicrous pleasure from over consuming then how do we ever hope to grow and listen, to think, to enjoy art for what it is, the prospect of hope in a world of diminishing responsibility, one that can thrill, make you ponder without ever having to aggressively become a stunted and single thought human being.