Sat in a fashionable coffee house in the centre of town,
a pot of flavour filled tea lost in the melee
of noise
of the spitting furnace of the gargling dragon
as it pumps out saliva, frothy and burning hot
coming from one end of the pure white interior
where men and women all decked out
in Dulux shades of the same duck breed egg
and their eyes down, screen driven pupils
whilst their tongues never meet the gaze
of the green eyes, dark shades, expectant calls of mercy me,
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
It always seems like an entertaining idea when a crossover in the world of graphic novels presents itself before the reader. Even within the pages of a company such as D.C. where the appearance of Batman and Superman outside of a Justice League story can titillate and tantalise even the most rabid of fans, such a crossover can mean growth, further development and more intriguing aspects that may have gone undeveloped for years. It can in some cases allow the undisguised stink of a money making exercise, the chance to breathe life into a fading, unlikeable character by teaming them up with a big monster of a comic book gem, either way, the fan will have an opinion on it.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
Memory is something that is tangible and substantial. It may live in the heart of Folk tales, passed down through the blood and tears of those who have no recollection of what certain metaphors or allegoric symbols are for but they remain, intact and waiting patiently for the right moment in which to surface and bring an image or a thought back to life.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
If the past was able to be burst so eloquently by Moss & Jones in their single Ella Brown, then the barriers that were breached may as well have Henry V standing with defiance and the look of the battle won etched upon his noble brow as he casts his eyes upon the fields and battlements of France as he orders the breach to be overrun; to let the past and present be merged with overwhelming ability and beauty by Moss & Jones in their new album Amateur Astronomy.
The clenched fist
rocking back and forth says it all,
it is after all in your actions that it looks
terrifyingly like the Nazi salute, but that
surely is nothing new for the man
who married money and still has the gall
to claim thirty seven pounds for breakfast.
Many miles away,
in the shadow of the Welsh hills,
in the shadow of where dust once reigned,
a young man pumped his arm to salute
his one hundred runs,
a salute delivered with guile, promise
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
Cast: Michael Praed, Mark Benton, Noel Sullivan, Geraldine Fitzgerald, Phoebe Coupe, Carley Stenson, Emma Caffrey, Andy Conaghan, Soophia Foroughi, Johnny Godbold, Orla Gormley, Patrick Harper, Jordan Livesey, Regan Shepherd, Kevin Stephen-Jones, Katie Warsop, Jenny Wickham, Justin-Lee Jones, Andy Rees, Freya Rowley.
Having recently had the pleasure of a gift
bestowed upon me, Time, albeit for a solitary
obliging minute, I found that I was not content
in how I handled it, I gave myself Time, but I didn’t
give any of it away
as I should have done
with a smile,
a handshake that was denied me by one,
and even if I cursed under my breath
and the taste of craw and carrion ticks
that scuttle around at the back
of the throat, that delight in the act of living like
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
Not everything in life is planned, not every riot, act of disobedience or the undertaking of insubordination is to be thought of as premeditated. Neither is the act of impulse in which words flow and the music plays around like a pack of wild animals, eager to be let loose upon the world and to dominate the thoughts of those with enquiring minds and bountiful imagination, the lyrics acting like a general, the pack leader whose pride brings him satisfaction as the stumble by chance upon a way to change the world; for The Unintended Rebellion is always one that hits the headlines more.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
The internet might be to blame for many things in life but in one small corner of a bedroom near the Mersey, the sound of young music ability and craftsmanship has taken shape and might never have been heard had it not been for what the internet can do when used properly and as a tool for the betterment of lives and social good.
The blown out shell of the bus
on route past Euston Station
is quiet and still now, destroyed a second
time to wipe out the memories of the act of barbarism
that took life, that took lives
in the space of a single moment in time
and the London streets fell victim one by one.
The television screens, the minds of the ordinary
London folk were still reflecting on what
it meant to have the world watching
their city five years later,
the beauty of togetherness, of games played;