Tag Archives: Jon Meadows

Jon Meadows, The Girl With No Name. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The Girl With No Name is one that keeps her secrets close, her friends in doubt and those intrigued by her presence, undeterred in wanting to know and understand her fully, and without prejudice.

Following on from his excellent last single, I’ll Sail Away, Jon Meadows returns to the forefront of the Liverpool music thought with the release of a song that is not only electrically charged, but makes the mind relish the exercise it endures as it turns cartwheels, jumps to attention, and come alive to the hum that emanates from the soul of the artist and explodes the heart of the listener, completely.

Jon Meadows, I’ll Sail Away. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

It is a dream for many, the promise of the romanced thought but one delivered with a generation of force that insists it can handle all the extreme and negative judgements that go with it, that to be able to declare when you have had enough of the ill considerations and personal set backs that I’ll Sail Away, is to uphold your own pride, your belief and your own view, that you are worth more than others will ever see in you.

Jon Meadows, Majestic 12. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision * * * *

There can be too much polish ground into any album, the smear marks that make a life passionate and interesting, somehow wiped clean, the agony and the ecstasy rinsed out and bleached. Yes by all means make the record as perfect as you can but it should never be sanitised to the point of obliteration and boredom, it should never ever become the point where the world as seen through an artist’s eyes is devoid of colour, dirt or even the flirtation with possible disaster.

Jon Meadows, Should Have Been Mine. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

So grounded you could harvest the songs he writes as a special reserve coffee and sell him for millions, Jon Meadows has unleashed a track that starts with the discerning growl and ends with the eyes of the sacred tiger hanging on stalks with wide eyed eagerness at what possibly is to come. Should Have Been Mine could be the rallying call of anybody who wishes to plunge themselves into the punk-esque delight but who also knows that to polish some diamonds is to tarnish them forever.