Little Sparrow at Leaf in Liverpool. September 2014. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Time has been described as many things, a snarling beast which needs to be tamed, perhaps even hunted down and taught a lesson or two, the great leveller in which all humanity is judged by its actions or even perhaps a companion, a trusted ally in which the truth of your life is carried. Time though can also be brutally obstinate, it can make visits to a venue in your city from a very talented singer/songwriter seem as though Ice Ages come and go with quicker frequency.

For Little Sparrow, the Manchester area may be her stomping ground, a fertile one in which she has recently wowed the audiences again as part of a night with Natalie McCool but in Liverpool she gets a welcome so warm, so hospitable it would be wise to turn up in shorts and tee shirt and carrying the largest beach towel to the pool provided and with cash ready to splash out on a round of drinks.

The Liverpool public know talent when they see it, it is as engrained into the psyche as standing up for the oppressed and down trodden and the earnest applause at either end of the evening inside Leaf on Bold Street would have been loud enough to drown out crowds celebrating a win for Everton on their return to Europe earlier in the day.

Aided by her superb cellist Sarah Dale, Robbie Kavanagh and Mitch Oldham, Little Sparrow placed before the audience a half hour set in which proved in just 30 minutes it is possible to watch somebody fall hopelessly and desperately in love. The sound of a haunting cello whispers with an unbridled passion as Sarah Dale seems to lament the passing of yet another day and the guitar of Little Sparrow and her resonating voice took charge of the room, held each person close and caused hearts to perhaps flutter a little, certainly be captivated enough in which to allow to be uncaged and set free.

With songs such as By My Side, the very cool Sending The Message, the cracking The Hunted in which images of the great Canadian wilderness and its terrifying beauty haunts the landscape and yet can cause jaws to drop in awe at its musical splendour, the enjoyable Struck Gold and the closer I Found A Way rang across the upstairs room at Leaf with the precision of a heartfelt poem clinging deeply to its intended.

If only Little Sparrow would make the trip down the East Lancs Road more often, the hospitality she would receive in Liverpool would be surely be on the scale of any of its local heroes popping along to a local open-mic night, the roar would drown out even the great voice of Liverpool, the enigmatic George Sephton, playing a song to celebrate a goal in which three points were secured.

This was a wonderful set by Little Sparrow, the voice of and guitar playing, coupled with a great band made a warm September evening utterly entertaining.

Ian D. Hall