Category Archives: Music

Damon Fowler, Alafia Moon. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The roots of America are more than just what we see in today’s myopic landscape, no matter what is done to rectify this objectionable stance, there will always be those who only understand what they have been led to believe, they embrace nothing more than what makes them comfortable, what makes them feel powerful. It is in this stance that peace and beauty of every dynamic possible is stifled, silenced, and it takes an even greater effort, a display akin to heroic proportions to deliver the Moon to all who seek reflection and of the harsh nature of the Sun blinding them to other opportunities.

Orden Ogan, Final Days. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

It really does depend on how it actually ends, those Final Days of human influence on the planet, the last moments in which our stories, for good or for bad, can be told, how would we express them, how would we convey our apologies for all the wrongs we have committed, how much love we have for another unsuspecting soul, upon those final days, when the Earth cracks under the pressure of our existence, how do we, as a species, atone for our time in anything but a short, well-meaning goodbye.

The Ghosts Of Helags, We Came From The Stars. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

We Came From The Stars, and it is to the stars we will return, all that lays in between is observation, daydreams and adventures, but even then we are mindful of the sense of the ethereal, the timeless clock ticking downwards to zero, so what we see is not all that we wish for, all that we feel can be in the end delicate strands of survival, waif-like ghosts haunting the plains of existence, paying penury in advance as we struggle to understand that what is beyond our vision exists, and is not an illusion created by gods and zealots.

Bibby, Greenwich Mean Times. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

At the appointed hour, and not a second before, do we venture into new territory and realise that we should have been there from the very start.

Is it time or tide that holds us back from taking that chance, from offering our soul before the clock strikes the midnight of our lives and believing that we are forever surrounded by the bright shadows of a late morning walk in the settlement of obscurity and the darkness of doubt that cast its welcome hand to us; whichever element we seek, is the one we perhaps unwittingly veer to and escaping the grip of possible acceptance by others for what we can do their heart and mind.

Elana Piras, Where The Wind Blows. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Who knows Where The Wind Blows, who but those who see the invisible force as a tangible being in its own right can see the path of inevitability that creates a path for the all-seeing to track, and in which chaos is the by product that gives the traveller shelter as the trees and leaves rejoice in the power of nature?

Ghosts Of Sunset, Headed West. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Not only is there is still room for the concept album to exist, it is vital for it to be expressed and developed so that the oral tradition of telling stories does not disappear down the same rabbit hole that reading a novel seems to have an experienced, uncared for a society that has allowed itself to slowly diminish in many quarters the ability to concentrate on the long-term picture, the joy of losing oneself in a narrative that is in fact the companion to which we never tire, the guide to which a three minute burst of song cannot surely hope to compete with. 

Bradford, Bright Hours. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

All that may seem lost, upon reflection in re-discovery, leads to more questions that need answering in the Bright Hours afforded the fan and the music devotee.

If ever there was a case to doubt the sense of the music marketing world then Lancashire’s Bradford surely fits the bill, and like The Small Faces in the 60s, Bradford can quite honestly be regarded as one of the biggest under-rated by society groups to have been lauded by the minority ever.

Sickwalt, Shove N’ Love. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

That first experience is always regarded as the most satisfying, the initial taste that dances on the tongue, which rages in heat, which is delicate to savour like chocolate, this is moment that your senses have been crying out for, and when you understand that the thousands of hours that have gone into chasing that primary encounter, that engagement or confrontation with the beast of decadence, then you know it is all worth the wait for the sensual and the aggressive to arrive and surround you at the same time.

Grant Nesmith, Dreams Of The Coast. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

For those locked inland, the coast is a place where dreams of the journey can start, where the vision harboured over by the romantic heart can begin. The coast is the start of the blue horizon, what lays beyond is all in the mind until the first step onto the ship of realisation, and the seas of adventure and the search for consciousness.

Cohen Braithwaite-Kilcoyne, Rakes & Misfits. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

What is often promised falls short in delivery, and it is only to the fault of expectation that we see this tumble from the high we envisioned, that we took for granted that the initial meeting with the outcast and the individual would be anything more than a one-night stand in the company of the eccentric and the unconventional.