Category Archives: Music

The Damn Truth, Now Or Nowhere. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

“If not now, then when”, the rallying cry behind every demonstration worth its salt, every call for freedom to pushed even further away from the haves and the questionable keepers of certain dubious traditions that maintain the status quo in their favour; it is to the ones who live just under the surface that arguably we should look to when seeking the exposure of the damned truth, for they are the ones who live within reach of both levels and can empathise with those underneath, and have the righteous fire and the combined learning of their trade to make a difference.

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(475 words, estimated 1:54 mins reading time)

Labi Siffre, My Song. Album Box Set Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

To take a day in which to listen to the very beat of a soul and another person’s existence, is arguably one of the great privileges of our own lives. To put aside our own ego and revel in the time between heartbeats as we find common ground, the unexpected, the deliberate observation and a truth of another’s time here on Earth, is behold and consider our own actions, to almost stop the grind of Time’s relentless pursuit on age and thinking.

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(466 words, estimated 1:52 mins reading time)

London Grammar, Californian Soil. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Sensuality is often coupled with a sense of joy, the conclusion of pleasure and rapture in knowing that you are bold in your charm, that you are seen as desirable enough to bring your sexual freedom to the arms of another human being.

What if though, sensuality was in fact the acceptance of melancholic thought patterns and the truth behind the open soul of benevolent love, that by exposing the mind as being as naked and vulnerable as the body in the grip of passionate encounters, we become more in tune with the physical reality of the universe that carnality is for the lustful, but that the fragility of the mind is for the true believers of absolute love and the authority of sexual confidence.

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(428 words, estimated 1:43 mins reading time)

The Offspring, Let The Bad Times Roll. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The die is loaded against us, for whatever humanity does now will surely not be enough to stop the rot of our physical environment’s destruction, and for own spirituality to betray us, to let us wallow in the despair of the imagined realms of ownership, greed and possession. It is a wonder that a person in a freshly laundered tuxedo, holding a cigar tightly between forefinger and thumb, and sporting a cynical, but meaningful smile, has not as yet picked up a megaphone and declared to one and all with a voice that inspires the carney and the ringmaster, “Let The Bad Times Roll”.

The Offspring, Let The Bad Times Roll. Album Review. full post

(453 words, estimated 1:49 mins reading time)

Gary Moore, How Blue Can You Get. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Gone, but never once forgotten, and even in the ten years since the passing of one of the greats of Blues guitar, the outpouring of love for Gary Moore is equal the continued interest in his work, the retrospectives and the delved into live performances that have been made available since his untimely death, and whilst the feeling of neglect has never once entered the thoughts of the fans left behind, there is obviously sadness that there wasn’t just one more studio album for them to let their Blues hearts revel in, to let them have a final discussion on just how important Gary Moore was to the genre, to music.

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(435 words, estimated 1:44 mins reading time)

Mike Clerk, The Space Between My Ears. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

For now, our thoughts are our own, and we must treasure that, hold on to the privilege of self-determination and will, our judgements and beliefs that are immersed into the fabric of what makes our experiences unique, to be able to say with conviction that The Space Between My Ears belongs to me, and me alone.

Mike Clerk, The Space Between My Ears. Album Review. full post

(403 words, estimated 1:37 mins reading time)

Teenage Fanclub, Endless Arcade. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The arcade, for many, was a place that was called home when home itself felt like alien territory. To be surrounded by likeminded people of your own age, to be overwhelmed by the bright lights, the echoing sound of coexistence and the constant range of voices in their angst as they took on ghosts, space invaders with repeated taps of an enticing button and the joystick which was handled by a thousand kids in their retreat into a world of machines and wires, the system that spawned a generation of teenagers to understand that what they needed was community, not derision and ridicule.

Teenage Fanclub, Endless Arcade. Album Review. full post

(491 words, estimated 1:58 mins reading time)

Low Island, If You Could Have It All Again. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

What would you do differently If You Could Have It All Again? An old question perhaps of inconsequence, for Time does not allow the luxury of returning to the moment where your life could be altered significantly; for in the heat of the yes/no response your whole future hangs on the decision made by you and for you.

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(405 words, estimated 1:37 mins reading time)

The Fratellis, Half Drunk Under A Full Moon. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The old ways are never gone, the initial love at first senses drawn are on no account ever forgotten, for after all the depth of feeling created by the first encounter are always there in the back of the mind, and are the ones that give rise to emotional, and perhaps spiritual, response.

However, we must evolve, out tastes change, our outlook begins to differ as we open those precious senses to other possibilities of expression, and as we grow with that love, so we must, by default or out of fidelity, appreciate that the object of our affection, has other things to say, and unfamiliar ways in which to communicate them.

The Fratellis, Half Drunk Under A Full Moon. Album Review. full post

(376 words, estimated 1:30 mins reading time)