Category Archives: Music

Duncan Lyall, Milestone. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

When the art of the Progressive is hidden from sight, when it takes on the clothes and appearance of something else entirely, that is when it has done its job well and with sincerity wrapped around every fibre of tissue ot commands.

The point of the Progressive is to stand alert in someone’s else’s shadow until they have become used to your presence and start to exhibit and extol the virtues and acts of life that the Progressive runs into the territory of the revolutionary; and every act in the end needs to be revolutionary.

Murmurs, Not My Girl. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The uniqueness of Liverpool as a city within the British Isles never goes unnoticed, the envy in the eyes of those not within passing distance of the mouth of the Mersey is always stark, they envy the creative freedom, they resent the cheerfulness and the ability to grieve, and when it comes to the art of song writing, there are few outside of Liverpool’s arena that can match the ability to catch the moment as well as those who see the Mersey as the free flowing of trade and information.

John Jenkins, Kathleen. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

What speaks to our minds, also makes the soul dance and long constantly for the memory of that sound, to play it repeatedly, to change it, to alter it maybe, but in all just to honour it through your own personal way of love and respect.

The song or track which are covered by another artist can be seen in two ways, one as a marketing tool installed by the studio and intended to be a lead single for the masses to be divided over, or as act of selfless purity, of honouring what made us believe in the first place and turned us on to the gift of art in which we practise.

The Bordellos, David Bowie/ Be My Maybe. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Everybody always imagines they can write a hit. In the same way that at a party someone will corner an author and inform them that they always wanted to write a book, invariably the same people will tell a musician, that they too could have been the next David Bowie, the next pop sensation or rock god. The truth is, yes, they could have done, but they are looking at it the wrong way round, the telescope of expectancy is pointed at the green grass rather than the industrial landscape behind.

Mike T. Kerr, Favourite Flatpickers. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The enjoyment that comes from being entertained does not always arrive pre-packaged with the expectation of all that you know repeating itself; sometimes you must immerse yourself in the new to feel the pull of the soul and the heartbeat working in tandem to appreciate that what others might suggest is uninteresting without the voice, is in actuality the stirring of motivation, the stimulus of the mind creating for the listener the sense of having always had a completed list of their Favourite Flatpickers to hand.

Kintsugi No. 21, Everything In Reverse. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

To reverse is not the action of retreating, but rather a strategic withdraw in which to counterattack at a later time with pride intact, with new ideas and attitude soaring high above the plains and fields, and where the trials and tribulations engaged and became inspiration to move forward, to conquer the darkness that holds us back, and where Everything In Reverse is actually the epitome of continuation and the blueprint for persistence.

Only Child, …And The Band Played On. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

There is a special place reserved in art for the moments, the extraordinarily planned dichotomy that causes your brain to feel something entirely different to what your heart is focusing upon. It comes from the ability to paint a picture which has a beat a groove to it which feeds on the dopamine in the brain, whilst simultaneously imploring you to listen to the lyric, to fight the urge to feel the music and recognise the words of anger, lack of hope, and fearsome indignation contained within.

Matt McManamon, Scally Folk. Album Listen.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Outside of Liverpool, there are few towns and cities within the British Isles that appear to have engrained themselves so much on the artistic community, the singers, the musicians, the poets, writers, and playwrights.

London has its moments with groups such as Madness, a band of brothers who embody the London vibe and belief, but Liverpool, the city fed daily by the ebb and flow of the Mersey, that is the place where art takes on a different meaning, it is the place where the soul of the city emerges into every avenue where a word is written, where the sound of violin can emulate and evoke the imagery of the city; and where artists and their audiences revel in their uniqueness.

UV-TV. Always Something. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Inspiration often comes from the sustained darkest moments we endure in life and not from the vagarious of fleeting joy and moments of stolen passion we are granted by fate or the gods. The love song is a by-product of regret and jealousy, the tempered lines of illumination are driven by having suffered and not wanting others to fall into the same sense of despair, and the exuberant declaration of peace that is roundly welcomed with flashes of over-the-top behaviour, are born out the memory that the innocent were amongst those that will not see another dawn smile upon them.

Joe Bonamassa, Now Serving: Royal Tea Live From The Ryman. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Joe Bonamassa has always cared, that is a given, a fact, an indisputable truth to which the musician has presented time and time again since he first brought his instinct, the impulse, and the love, to the Blues as a young performer. It is quite understandable that, with a few exceptions, Blues was creaking under the pressure of the weight of its own immense, and powerful past, and was in danger of leaving the turn of the century music lovers stranded in a place where the genre was of little value to the younger crowd, or worse, disappearing altogether, only to be looked upon as a vague memory, a sepia tinged recollection of how great, how captivating, the music was.