Category Archives: Music

Dryad Music, Folk Magic. Album Review. (Various Artists).

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Legendary creatures don’t just appear overnight, fully formed and appearing before an audience, they require time to become the marvel that they are destined to be, and whether it is the forms of those who have become fables in the eyes of humanity, the beings who are part of much older stories than we can conceive, or the various artists, the dreamers, the thinkers, the believers in fortune, the dynamics of interaction through music, song, dance, the pleasure of being alive, what they have in common is persuasion, instinct, undoubted beauty in their soul.

Laura-Mary Carter, A Town Called Nothing. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There is a truth in our voice when we find we have nothing to say about the town we may live in or the place where we were born; it is the lack of endorsement, the ringing chimes of indifference which insists that boredom and inertia has coloured our view, or that the memory of the place is such that it the last place on Earth that you would send someone to, maybe to save them from the damage done to your soul. A Town Called Nothing, a village of the damned, a city of unearthly delights.

AJ McLovely, Healing. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

We are forever in search of ways to heal, to reconcile and rebuild, and if not cure, then at least restore to a point where the date in which we found we were separated from our view of reality. Healing is the modern-day utopia, the ideal from where we were once lost is within our grasp, therapy is reliable, and yet what all just need to realise that to soothe our soul, to cure the ills of corporate machinations and government interference is to listen to our heart, to believe that Healing can come from within, it comes from the art we must allow in our lives.

Victory, Gods Of Tomorrow. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Those deities we worship, those supernatural beings who judge, chastise, and inspire us, and to whom we either blame for our misfortune or act in reverence of when we find ourselves in need of spiritual uplift, those invisible beings in which we venerate will one day be considered past tense and the Gods Of Tomorrow will surely take charge. As with the old guards of Norse, of Roman and Greek persuasion, of those that sacrificed souls during a phase of the Moon, eventually all religions are superseded, all gods must fade away or perish at the hands of evolution.

The Little Unsaid, December Songs. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Those tunes we hear at the start of June make our summers memorable, those melodies and refrains we feel dig beneath the surface of post new year’s ice and snow are the backdrop to the time ahead, but the final month of the year, those songs we hear that saturate the airwaves with their association of overspending, the failure of a system propped up by casual bonhomie as we dive in and out of shops armed to the teeth with regret and credit cards, those are the jingles that signal the end, that dictate how we view the year as a whole.

No Captains, Friends Like These. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

One of the beauties of life is that occasionally you get to hear a sound that you are pretty sure you have never heard before. For the audiophile, the melomaniac, or even the one who walks through the forest listening for the brave late call of a lesser spotted bird as it hunts for its dinner, the cause in which they search is for something new that catches their ears is the reason for harmony, for enlightenment, for a sense of truth in a world that insists that there is nothing new under the sun.

Lordi, Abracadaver. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

From such dreams, reality is created…and ambition to bring about the seemingly impossible must never be ignored.

The announcement of seven albums inside three months from acclaimed Finnish band Lordi might have struck fear in the hearts of the music lover, for how many bands have even gifted the world two in a year and seen the bottom fall out of the public’s affection; and when a certain Neo-Punk from the United States of America produced three inside a couple of months back in 2012 the fall out was heard across the world, forever putting the idea of multiple releases in such a short space of time out of the public domain.

Ian Prowse, One Hand On The Starry Plough. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

To turn the means of another person’s war to that of peace, requires insight, observation, skilled diplomacy, righteous anger, and patience. Although in a world that is slowly turning itself inside out, threatening to tear proverbial limb from limb, and in a place where its wrongs have forever either gone unnoticed by its populace, or even aided by its subjects, to have One Hand On The Starry Plough is not only act of defiance against a set of people in ties and suits using nefarious means and counting on blind faith to push back against progress and compassion, it is a right of self-preservation, an appropriate response to the mass hate, the rank hypocrisy of those who offer you nothing but subjugation.

Sean Taylor, The Beat Goes On. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

How far can a song take you, how much are we willing to allow, to permit your heart to feeling the direction of dichotomy as it lurches like an out-of-control pendulum between heartbreak and affirmation of spirit. As both emotions centre of the self, as they govern how other’s see us at our most vulnerable, The Beat Goes On is the understanding that the heart and mind are there to remind us to keep believing we will not surrender to others who demand defeat and capitulation of the soul.

Treetop Flyers, Old Habits. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Old Habits don’t just die hard, they are the building blocks to the emotions we feel, to what we experience later, and the hope that somewhere the new customs we forge and the behaviours that took us unblinkingly to the moment of inspiration merge and create additional, original thinking.

We cannot dismiss the habits of our youth, whether they were ill-intentioned or pieces of the puzzle that is by definition us; they are there in our past like marionettes, the strings being pulled by our own external force, waiting to dance to a novel and flavoursome tune.