If I should cease tomorrow
would it matter, all that I have achieved
is but dust waiting to fall from my hands,
to shed loose from my skin, the words
lost in Time, nothing ever truly resembles success
for in the end, life,
is the mirror’s illusion, the offering to resign
before the shit gets wiped in your face
from those who have forgotten you.
I should have stayed in the dark,
waiting for you to carry me home,
for in you, at least, there is no despair.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *
In the world of trilogies, always save the best release for last; unless it is the Jaws franchise, this maxim usually works like a charm and for Mark Pountney, the trilogy is completed by a stunning, absolute performance and set of songs that really hark back to the days of innocent playing, of tracks that tell the story to several lives and give nothing but pleasure in each one.
The sound of a million phones
is set to mute,
I know so many by ring tone alone
but none of them
now makes a noise; they may
as well be turned off,
put away in silence, the only
noise is that of a lonely bugle boy
playing The Last Post
to the voices of high functioning anxiety
that has replaced the signal
inside my head
set.
Ian D. Hall 2016
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
Crime and its hopeful punishment, the restoration of justice in a world that at times barely even sees the word as anything but a triviality, of open ended reasoning and deduction; sometimes the world is just too blind to see how truth gets in the way of the facts and that neglect of a single person can not only lead them to feeling invisible but also on the fringes of society enough where their actions have no thought of possible reprisals.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
Fiction is everywhere, from the embellished tale to the person avoiding responsibility for their actions, for the words they use to discredit others to the joy they bring with a touching sentimental lie; fiction is what drives the world in these most insane of times and the truth is often overlooked, often parodied and booted out of the window as soon as it is convenient to do so. In a world of fiction, truth is a rare commodity and even when the band playing with greatest of sincerity and genuine cool in their hands, the story is one that comes into view and for Feminine’s debut album Lorelei, fiction is holding hands sweetly with fact.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
Never try to stop a juggernaut, it won’t thank you and might not even care, yet for all the mechanics and weight behind it, it still has a human heart that is in control of it all, that makes sure the behemoth is doing all it can to deliver the message or the goods on board; it is the human factor that makes these ships of the roads such a sight to behold when they are in full flight.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
Cast: Felicity Jones, Diego Luna, Alan Tudyk, Donnie Yen, Wen Jiang, Ben Mendelsohn, Forest Whitaker, Riz Ahmed, Mads Mikkelsen, Jimmy Smits, Alistair Petrie, Genevieve O’Reilly, Ben Daniels, Paul Kasey, Ian McElhinney, Fares Fares, Jonathan Aris, James Earl Jones, Valene Kane, Daniel Mays.
It was always inevitable, always going to happen at some point, perhaps in a galaxy not too far away but someone was always going to produce a prequel to the prequels and do it after all the sequels had been set near enough in Cordite. Rogue One: A Star Wars Story is the tale that all fans of the space saga has fully deserved, the one big hole that needed not just filling, but doing so with respect, with elegance and style and perhaps even with the odd nod to the Universe at large.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
Cast: Neil Dudgeon, Fiona Dolman, Nick Hendrix, Anthony Calf, Hugh Dennis, Raj Awasti, Caroline Blakiston, David Burke, Christopher Colquhoun, Michael Haydon, Pippa Haywood, Matt Houghton, Seeta Indrani, William Melling, Sally Philips, Catherine Steadman, Edwin Thomas, Manjinder Virk, Jo Wheatley, Angus Wright.
The past is so much harder to leave behind when the ghosts won’t stay dead.
If you must wear the face of shocked indignation
be warned, it is not a look that suits you,
or indeed flatters the features that are surrounded
by the years of hard drinking
or perhaps moaning twisted forceful tears
you have wrenched out of those crow lined,
feather scattered eyes. When you believe in your ugly
mind that what you say at four thirty in the long
cold festive driven afternoon is anything but crass,
that your gutter waiting mouth, spit and drawl
running from the side of your lop sided lips
I am looking forward to tomorrow,
I might meet up with someone
who likes spending time with me, but then
the questions start rummaging in my head,
scattering thoughts and wild demons,
of just what do I do if I cannot apologise enough,
that they take exception to smiling
in my direction, if they cannot contain
the dread of being in my company;
or if I should say one thing wrong,
compared to the hundred topics
of bile and consumerism they dictate,
that they will sneer and kick me