Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
Life is arguably worthless, non-essential if you at some point you are not doing something that makes you happy, fundamentally pleased to have lived; it could be the smallest, most minute part of your day but it must be there to give you the absolute pleasure, the reason that all of this universal insanity must make sense, to be the Pivotal reason we are here, to make some kind of statement about the art we love.
Against the Graffiti,
she stood out like a Renaissance painting,
a heroine of the new Maltese dawn
and the hint of classical features
that delivered the final sermon of the day.
This heroine smiled broadly
as her words floated in the Valetta night
time breeze, hanging
in the air, as vibrant as the thunderstorm
clouds racing the mopeds round the
streets in time
to this Maltese songbird’s
thoughts and aspirations
of providing culture
in The Pub.
Against the physical Graffiti,
slang driven poetic phrases
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *
Cast: Richard Bremmer, Patrick Brennan, George Caple, Pauline Daniels, Laura Dos Santos, Emily Hughes, Tom Kanji, Asha Kingsley, Elliott Kingsley,Melanie La Barrie, Dean Nolan, Zelina Rebeiro, Keddy Sutton, Liam Tobin, Catronia Chandler, Nadia Mohamad Noor, Darci Shaw, Ellie Turner, Jamie Pye, Nathan Russell, Stuie Diagnall, Aaron Kehoe.
It was your arrogance
that tipped me over the edge,
then I realised you had been
goading me into the wall
all along,
pushing
me further away from you, pushing
me away from our once romantic past
and making me want to see you with
eyes of exasperation and the sound
of mercy forever
hanging on my lips;
this you found easy, a playground bully
you became, spoilt, incessant in your words
and what for, to keep proving a point
on how you were a survivor,
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
There is something deeply satisfying about taking in the music of Andrew Combs, it is the equivalent of standing in a deserted forest, the only company the small myriad of creatures that poke their noses into the equation of natural balance, and feeling the steady drops of rain splash around you. The storm is not violent, just a cool refreshing shower of rain after a few weeks of drought; you cannot help but stand in the middle of it all, the heady mixture of a instinctive sound and the steady heart beat of a life being soothed of all its modern stress, the toxins and the pollution all calm and dissipated.
Another night out missed, a gig this time,
a reason to get up and go, gone
as I battle stomach ache, as I battle anxiety
and the what ifs and what thens
of future interaction, of needing to hurry
to a place of sanctuary during the night
just to feel relief; it is not part of who I am
but what I have become, having to think
about where I am at a certain time
and can I be trusted to make it through
a set list, a meal out with the wife,
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
Where you Bound, to not know the journey ahead is to live in a perpetual state of wandering and hope, hope that someone might give you a purpose, hope that eventually everything will work out and in the end be seen as having been a success; occasionally this works, this is by product of the Universe being benevolent and not down to being able to leap the hurdles placed infront of you without clipping your heels.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
The sound of electricity, of power humming in a variable pitch of good and the beautiful is always at odds with the thought that we could be living in a Cold Damn Season, not one caused by weather or the universal atmosphere but the static that grows and festers when nations collide, when families are at war or when governments start to alienate certain sections of society; a cold war, a cold front, all can be heated and charged within a moment’s notice, within the pause for breath and one that SixStringNoise fully grasp in their tremendous album Cold Damn Season.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
Not every battle leaves scars on the outside, the visible marks of having been on the wrong side of the swords cutting edge, the evidence of having gone to war with life and only realising at towards the bitter end that life has an experienced ally in Time and neither of them give any quarter or sympathy as they open your skin with the thick blade and let the scar tissue form.
We see everything but notice nothing
because our senses have become dull,
mismanaged and turned inside out
in the search of a quick thrill,
the gluttony of knowing it all
but leaving wisdom
short of breath and dying of chest pains,
acute and short panting, slowly fading,
wisdom heart attack, over fed,
over saturated and goose fat waddle,
we see everything, including music,
we have adapted to listen with our eyes
and not with our ears;
our eyes bigger than our belly,
it is no wonder we are culturally