Category Archives: Music

Pressgang Mutiny, Across the Western Ocean. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

We are driven by sound every day, whether in the form of industry or of nature, we cannot escape it, for in silence they say comes peace, and yet for many silence isn’t golden, it is the anathema that fills all time, from ship to shore, from coast to shining coast and Across the Western Ocean, we need sound, we need to feel that there is more to life than the suppression of the resonating hum which guides us onwards.

Zoe Graham, Gradual Move. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Yesterday and tomorrow might seem like times that we can do nothing about, however if we refuse to acknowledge their existence, if we deny that thy have baring on the moment, then it stands to reason that they will inevitably find ways to hurt the present, the Gradual Move of human existence that lives between the tick and the tock.

Jefferson Starship, Mother Of The Sun. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

New life is constantly being breathed into existence, not where it is expected, but where it is required most. In a time of uncertainty, in a period of unrest and upheaval, it is perhaps uniquely human to wonder where we stand, where we as a species have gone wrong, and whilst the answer remains in the realm of unchecked consumerism and want, the blame can also be placed at the way we treat our souls as if they are items for sale rather than to be nourished.

Oh Susanna, Sleepy Little Sailor. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision * * * *

Melancholy is the appreciation of art that you cannot allow your heart to feel, that you immerse yourself into the Kitchen Sink drama because your soul will not take comedy seriously, the love of Blues and the sadness of stirring string symphonies is there because Jazz has no meaning except for those willing to dance and delight in perpetual joy.

Roachford, Twice In A Lifetime. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Eventually you reach a point in life where satisfaction, pride, and the sense of achievement collide, where you realise that all there was that went before was just a prelude, one obviously of learning, of adaption, and hopefully of fine tuning and fun. To find that feeling in your heart and soul once is a gift, to recognise it a second time is embrace the knowledge that you have always been able to hold fast to the dream of endurance, patience and survival; that Twice In A Lifetime is a freedom of expression granted to so few.

Jack Spann, Jesus Of New Orleans. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Where to begin, it is the story of redemption and peace, sinners absolved, of preaching harmony and love for your neighbour and urging disdain for the material and for the unholy…but that was such a long time ago, a different time, a different place, and without ever wishing to deal with the idea of conjuring up the practise of blasphemy, the teachings of a prophet can surely have no place in rock and roll, but the wisdom of the Jesus of New Orleans can, and will have your feet willing to do more than walk on water, it will have them dancing as if they had been charged up by a mortal god.

Pottery, Welcome To Bobby’s Motel. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The clay and the potter are only part of the deal in which the object you come to know, to love, is created. The whole process is born of Time, of failure, of passing trends, and ultimately persistence, the sense that determination to see the image that has filled your creative urge will see the moment beyond the fires in the kiln, that the design, the conception and foundation of your art will stand in splendour for all to see in an art gallery in an exotic land, or even in a lobby of an homely establishment, one that might have a neon sign above the reception desk proclaiming the legend, Welcome To Bobby’s Motel.

Louisiana’s LeRoux, One Of Those Days. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The sound of the Big Beat may have come out of the Virginia swamps, it may have been delivered by radio deep in the heart of Texas, but its soul, the heartbeat of the river of music comes most assuredly from Louisiana, from the home a different way of celebrating life’s victories and charming fluctuations.

Kat Riggins, Cry Out. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

The compliment of being compared to others who have strode the same path as you is hard to shake off, even more so when they are considered luminaries of the art you yourself are aiming to emulate, to place your name within, even perhaps ensure that you maintain its pulse. The compliment is always to be taken with gratitude, with the feeling of honour, and yet there will always be apert of the performer that wants to Cry Out, to shout to the world, judge me for who I am and what I may achieve.

Jackson/Williams, Venus And The Crescent Moon. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Beauty is often a reward that is tainted with scepticism, with the reminder that it is only skin deep and that those who practice such ethereal fleeting moments have little else but vanity for company, narcissism and hollowness as bedfellows. Beauty though is not just the appearance on the face of the human being, the flawed perception of pride in one’s looks, it is also the grace to which the heavens hold sway, and in which nature in all its boldness makes art possible.