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Black Hole Road.

There’s a Black Hole in his road

that soaks up all the rain,

sunshine and warmth that disappears

without a trace

the deeper it goes, killing

all sound, creating only noise, in its journey

to obliterate all that may contain life;

it doesn’t realise that as the once reflected sun

beamed off its water, it too holds now existence,

it is carefree chaos,

the black pitted small hole

in the journey

that has become the architect of destruction.

 

Inspired by the photography of John Chatterton.

Stevie Jones And The Wildfires, Angels & Sirens. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

In the battle for your soul, it is not Devils and Gods that you have to concerned with trying to please or keeping out of the way; it is the Angels & Sirens who will have the first and last call on everything that you are as they endeavour with their own sense of majesty to first sample you, and then later seduce you into taking a side. It is a side that offers pitfalls, extremes highs and the kiss from either as they lure you, beckon you with riches and sensual passion and finally devour you, which makes the experience even more extreme, more tantalising and spine tingling than you might at first believe.

Jake Aaron, Give Me Your Horse. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The instrumental single is one that can inspire and be seen as a manifestation of the physical art made innocent, or it can sink without a trace, confined to the novelty bin, brought out at parties with a groan of delight as everybody remembers the dance that once accompanied it and the embarrassed tentative steps on the dance floor, aided only by youthful shenanigans and the Dutch courage required to pull the moves off.

The Bordellos, Debt Sounds. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

A particular school of thought always maintains, insists and is arguably right, that an album created does not have to conform to fashion, blinkered style or persistent convention; it is what the Punk ethic strove for, to prove that anybody could achieve anything if they had the ethos of passion, drive and someone to listen to them perform. It is drive that sets the way, without it, you may as well sit at home and just talk about doing stuff, placing your life on permanent hold, doing nothing and wishing you had at least, just once put your thoughts down in a Punk style.

Three From Above, Hail Caesar!, Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

It is the evocative sound of agreement turned in on itself, of the signalling of the Triumvirate in action as they held the world in the palm of their hands and never for a minute believing it would be for anything other than pleasure and domination; certainly not to be used in conjunction by an entertaining band from Liverpool who see the world in their latest single, as an intense, moody joy and third round knockout in front of a 10,000 strong baying crowd at the Liverpool Echo Arena.

Helen Of Troy In Later Years.

The living embodiment of beauty,

that was Helen of Troy,

the reason why men went to war,

battle stained, the sacking

and destruction

of a noble city.

Yet few realise that in later life,

she became a glutton, fast food addict

and as her handsome noble features

began to fade away,

she became known as Helen,

the face that munched a thousand chips.

 

Ian D. Hall 2018

Barry Nisbet, A Bright Ray Of Sunshine. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

We all deserve to find that feeling, even if it just once, of A Bright Ray of Sunshine that will somehow fill our day with possibility and memory, of leading into a realm inhabited by the mystical and the fire, of seeing into a landscape that is both undeniably alien and yet also comfortably familiar, of witnessing the heather bloom in a far of land that is part of your own understanding and yet has ways that mystifies and perplexes the mind. We might seek the bright ray of sunshine but unless we are careful, we also could find that we are entranced by it to the point of not focusing on anything else for a while.

Liverpool Sound And Vision: An Interview With Claire Simmo.

Pantomime is special, it is social glue that binds generations and allows children their first journeys into appreciating theatre. It is also almost uniquely British, undeniably good fun and something that captures the inner child in us all. We may take our children and grandchildren along in the hope they will entertained, educated and thrilled by the music, the jokes and the magic that comes with a trip to see that Fairy Godmothers do exist, in which the hero and heroine of the story live happily ever after and the joy of the Pantomime Dame lead the audience through the innuendo, however it is as much for the adult in the group as it is the child.

Please Hear What I Am Not Saying, Book Review. Poetry Compiled By Isabelle Kenyon.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

We are urged to listen to everything, to take note of all the words said and to take the appropriate action required to make sure all is understood, that there can be no ambiguity in the conversation, we then smile, pleased with ourselves that the dialogue has been completed and we can go and implement the ideas thrashed out.

Where there is discussion, there is also silence, but for the most part we don’t pay too much heed to the words unspoken, the pauses in which the exchange may have stumbled or become broken, snatched from the ether, the moment in which you should hear the silent scream become clear, Please Hear What I Am Not Saying.

One Day, Your Children Become Someone Else.

 

It will come, the dumbfounded look

that will crease your face, puzzled shrinkage

one afternoon, or evening when words

pass lips that only a moment before

were full of childish glee and wonder,

probing questions become statements,

optimism and love

in their eyes becomes care, you hope,

and you’re left feeling as if the world has turned

and forgotten to tell you, that the positions

have changed and now you are the one galloping towards…

well the land of the not quite sure,

your brow deepens, your furrow tightens