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The Bletchley Circle: San Francisco. Charlotte’s Web/Madhouse. Television Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 5/10

Cast: Julie Graham, Rachael Stirling, Crystal Balint, Chanelle Peloso, Jennifer Spence, Jessica Harmon, Jordana Largy, Peter Benson, Sarah Smyth, Jesse Moss, Paul McGillion, Colin Lawrence, Luke Camilleri, Arron Craven, Emma Flemington, Andrew Neil McKenzie, Brendan Riggs, Ben Cotton.

Not all deaths are murders, some are just accidents, some have the sadness and heartbreak of suicide attached to them, and some are just unexplainable, they fall into the realm where Morpheus takes a gentle hand and eases the soul in its time of despair; not all deaths are murders but the ones that can be corrupted by the foul stench of profit and the act of greed are arguably amongst the most insidious to bear.

A Page Boy Cries At The Memory Of His Queen.

 

When a Queen dies, the lowly

page doesn’t know how to pencil

down his thoughts, no confidence

in the might of the pen

or the edge of the sword,

his tears fall to the ground,

silently and with no forever favour

in his heart; for who is there to please

now that the Queen is dead.

Her other loyal subjects

feel the pain of passing with intensity,

the page carries on, there are wars to be fought

and his master, that of time,

Hilary Scott, Don’t Call Me Angel. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The steely determination of untameable love, the smooth velvet glove of introspection and the beautiful attitude of a devil who gets mistaken for an angel at all possible moments. It is in this combination of the just and rich voice of Hilary Scott comes alive, it resounds with the passion of unprejudiced, it flows like water down the throat of a thirsty human lost, led astray, in the desert and hallucinating that the vision before them has been sent by their own version of God, call this vision anything you want, just don’t let her retort, Don’t Call Me Angel.

Dan Webster, Devil Sky. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The Tin Man has been left behind, the hero perhaps of his own story and one that he must endeavour to take alone from here on in, however the tale is far from over and as the thoughts of late nights in once smoky rooms, the smell of whisky filters between the vapour inhaled up the nose and the sweet taste as it explodes in the mouth to the tune of four aces being laid down with the approach of a killer hit. Then it could be considered fortunate for the man of tin, for above him, unseen by the players round the table, the clouds turn a deep shade of red, a fire that burns with sincerity opens up and the result is that the Devil Sky has come to light the way.

Klammer, You Have Been Processed. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

It is an idea that should only exist in the minds of the Science Fiction writers and the followers of such dire threats laid down in the adventures of humanity’s eternal quest of individualism, of freeing the oppressed from their shackles and their slavery; in the words of so many who passionately parrot-phrase the words, Orwell’s 1984 was meant to be “a warning, not an instruction booklet”, their intentions, whilst repeated so often they lose their power, still holds true, we have become a commodity, the label on show, You Have Been Processed to the point of a billion numbers.

Picnic At Hanging Rock. Television Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

Cast: Natalie Dormer, Lily Sullivan, Lola Bessis, Harrison Gilbertson, Samara Weaving, Madeleine Madden, Inez Curro, Ruby Rees, Yael Stone, Philip Quest, Marcus Graham, James Hoare, Mark Coles Smith, Don Hany, Anna McGahan, Bethany Whitmore, Mayah Fredes, Alyssa Tuddenham, Kate Bedford, Markella Kavenagh, Johnny Pasvolsky, Emily Gruhl, Neil Melville, Nicholas Hope, John Flaus, Tom Hobbs, Aaron Glenane, Roslyn Gentle, Lee Cormie, Kate Box, Kaarin Fairfax, Sibylla Budd, Bruce R. Carter, Felix Johnson, Charlotte Steenbergen.

 

Hidden. Television Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * *

Cast: Rhodri Meilir, Sian Reese-Williams, Gwyneth Keyworth, Sion Alun Davies, Gillian Elisa, Nia Roberts, Ian Saynor, Victoria Pugh, Lowri Izzard, Garmon Rhys, Elodie Wilton, Owen Arwyn, Lara Catrin, Sarah Tempest, Lois Meleri-Jones, Rhodri Sion, Ioan Hefin, Mali Ann Rees, Megan Llyn, Melangell Dolma, Gwion Aled Williams, Morfudd Hughes, Jess Parsons, Manon Wilkinson, Gwydion Rhys, Beth Robert, Mari Rowland Hughes, John Pierce Jones, Wyn Bowen Harries, Mark Lewis Jones, Greta James.

Yesterday’s News.

 

The freshly battered chip shop

saveloy drips its grease

slowly across my yesterday’s news

face, a picture, I hoped,

of intrigue and stately poise,

preserving in time a pose

that will adorn a thousand books,

now already out of time,

already an article

lost to the age of the once staple

and not rationed meal, eat

your fill, no coupon required

and let the batter fill your heart

completely and forever, whilst

the day I appeared in my local paper

is remembered for placing

Matt Dunbar, This Room Burns Bright. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

You are never where you want to be, and the effect of nostalgia has a demanding effect, not only as you get older, finding the whimsy of the scarlet hue of youth a perfect place in which to reminisce but because of the way that modern life has such a strangle-hold on the way we communicate and the way we live, perhaps going months, even years from seeing those we hung around as children, when the world was an easier place to believe that all would be alright.

Kidderminster Harriers Gain Steam On The Wing.

 

It might not be the first

place, this town in Worcestershire,

that you deliberate over with

ponderous ambition

but perhaps Kidderminster

should have a thought, a moment

of attention, as the rising steam

and black grumpy cloud

muddle together with the song

of yesterday, vapour

on the wing as the Harriers take the game

by the scruff of the neck

and equalise, last minute or so,

saluted by days gone by

as supporters walk

with drawn point faces

through the haze of nostalgia