Tag Archives: Heath Common

Heath Common, Tales Of A Young Life In Halifax + Notting Hill Gate. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

There can be very few experiences that can top listening to a story-teller in full flow, save for the spectacle of nature working with wondrous intent, very few moments capture the imagination as well as someone who has lived, who has truly nothing to fear from boredom, because that single entity has no room to exist in a world where everything that can be felt is there beyond the front door.

Heath Common, BEATSBOX E.P. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

There are poets and there are musicians, then there are lyricists of the highest value who toil away to conjure up seemingly out of mid-air the truth behind the meaning and whose purpose it seems is not to make the song just memorable, to one that gets inside the heart but to whom you cannot imagine having lived without. Into that fray lives many a genius but there is only one Heath Common and there can only be one man capable of bringing such assertive tales to life as he does in his new release BEATSBOX E.P.

Heath Common, Encounters With Light. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

It has been mooted recently that the art of poetry is one that is dying. Not only is that a preposterous notion to bandy around but one that deserves contempt by all poets playing their trade for the one perfect sentence and certainly should be treated with scornful derision by anybody who takes the living, breathing sentences of Heath Common and pays them the same courtesy that one would pay the likes of Jack Kerouac. Poetry in such hands is not dead, it’s not resting, it is abundant and playing cerebral havoc as has Encounters with Light that Heath Common provides.

Heath Common,The Dream of Miss Dee. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

If Jack Kerouac were alive today, surely he would have been extolling the virtues of a man from Lancashire, possibly even turning him into a tragic anti-hero with an Americanised pseudonym and an abundance of women or men after him and plying him with whisky and repeatedly asking him to sing one of his songs that typify the road. Heath Common is that man, a character like no other, so unique that Kerouac or Ginsberg could not have captured the real essence of the road, in this case the Great Mancunian Way, he travels.