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Dexters, Gig Review. Liverpool Calling, St. Luke’s Church, Liverpool. 2015.

Dexters at Liverpool Calling 2015. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.

Dexters at Liverpool Calling 2015. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

If the day needed just that little more encouragement to get in tune with the occasion and the season’s demands, then the appearance of the highly rated Dexters at this year’s Liverpool Calling was enough to make the sun finally smash away at the clouds that had threatened at times to spoil the sanguine nature of the day. This allowed it to pop its loving caress over the iconic turrets of St. Luke’s and give the audience the resolution to keep enjoying the flavour and texture of sound that Dexters supply.

Silent Sleep, Gig Review. Liverpool Calling, St. Luke’s Church, Liverpool. 2015.

Silent Sleep at Liverpool Calling 2015. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.

Silent Sleep at Liverpool Calling 2015. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

There are some bands that just seem to have a natural affinity with both the venue they are playing in and the day in which is being represented. For Silent Sleep the venue never seems to make a difference, for the sound of the remarkable and the giving always jostle for the attention and capturing of elegance no matter where they perform, whether at Leaf on Bold Street, the austere and imposing nature of the ancient court of Liverpool or indeed the iconic St Luke’s Church, steeped in history and arguably one of the most important buildings in the city; the sound is one in which the ceaseless chattering in the head takes a back seat and the gentle approach of collective beauty reigns supreme.

The Jackobins, Gig Review. Liverpool Calling, St. Luke’s Church, Liverpool. 2015.

The Jackobins, Liverpool Calling 2015. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.

The Jackobins, Liverpool Calling 2015. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

The sound of thunder, the presence of future greatness and the unswerving, undeniable attraction of truth, theatre and showmanship; not the harking back to the early days of British Rock in which the likes of Queen, Genesis or countless others played their days out to adoring fans inside tightly packed, smoke filled rooms but to the inside of St. Luke’s Church and the arrival of The Jackobins to the stage.

Vynce, Gig Review. Liverpool Calling, St. Luke’s Church, Liverpool. 2015.

Vynce at Liverpool Calling, 2015. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.

Vynce at Liverpool Calling, 2015. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7.5/10

Into the arena must come the one who the Gods decree must be the seen as the fortunate and the brave, the audience acting upon the very whims of their Caesar and his ready to poise and give proclamation with a single turn of his thumb; it is the scene of many an epic battle, the young rubbing shoulders with the vastly experienced and the local favourites who carry the crowd with every move…it’s almost as if time never truly moves on.

Gold Jacks, Gig Review. Liverpool Calling, St. Luke’s Church, Liverpool. 2015.

Gold Jacks, Liverpool Calling. 2015. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.

Gold Jacks, Liverpool Calling. 2015. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

When Manchester based band Gold Jacks performed at Liverpool Calling in 2014 the result was a scene of effortless joy. The no nonsense approach thrilled the crowd and the day took on extra resonance.

Michael Bennett, Gig Review. Liverpool Calling, St. Luke’s Church, Liverpool. 2015.

Michael Bennett, Liverpool Calling 2015. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.

Michael Bennett, Liverpool Calling 2015. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

When the day doesn’t quite start in the way you imagined, confusion can momentarily rein havoc with the idea of pre-conception, it tosses aside what you know and offers instead, a dish that delights the palate further and gives off a glow that resonates against the slate gray sky above that threatens to engulf the point of the day’s existence.