Category Archives: Music

Courtney Marie Andrews, Old Flowers. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There is world of difference between old and new, the second, or even third hand car being driven, the hand me down clothes, the rebound love affair, the original thought against rewriting an old classic, all can still be loved, cared for, even given a new sense of purpose, but what of the natural order, the regifted bouquet, the blossoms turned down and then passed on to the next person that walks past; Old Flowers is normally the sign of an afterthought, of the post-script to a doomed relationship, and yet in the hands of Courtney Marie Andrews, Old Flowers becomes a reflection of understanding that comes with seeing the beauty of the past, and knowing that you have to whisper goodbye to each individual petal to regain your own self back.

Lee Gallagher and The Hallelujah, L.A. Yesterday. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Beauty, as they say, is only skin deep, an alternative way of proclaiming that we should allow ourselves the freedom of looking beyond the top layer, the initial response to the stimuli effect in which we see the attraction without understanding what the face on show was built upon.

Vega, Grit Your Teeth. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

The time to Grit Your Teeth and push through the pain barrier of unwelcome opinion has arguably never been pertinent than it is now and whilst the world finds ways to tear itself apart, to insist on someone else’s sacrifice just so they can continue to be the top dog at the party, the open air event for the headline act which guarantees the status quo in perpetuity, others who have more than earned their shot at the top are left wondering when it will be them, when will the status quo be replaced.

Primo!, Sogni. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7/10

A message that is not conveyed properly will ultimately lead to misunderstanding, confusion and in some cases the feeling of having been kept from something important, from being neglected and the fear of false impressions.

Such occurrences are inevitable, in the world that we have made for ourselves, few take the time to say what they actually mean, desire or think because of the fanatical way in which we hold up such misinterpretation as an act of aggression, of conflict and whilst no harm may have been intended, that the sleight taken was never there to be found in the cold light of delivery, it nevertheless is harnessed, weaponised and then for added pleasure, dropped like a stone in a lake of seething public outcry.

The Dears, Lovers Rock. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There is much to found in a symbolic name, the artist’s first unveiling of the big bang for a new creation to be explored. A name can hold many secrets, a title, a thousand mysteries but they should always be one that as each layer of the art is removed, slowly and surely; what remains should illuminate, should provide answers to questions that stretch beyond the notion of that first sound, initial sentence or primary introduction to the Muse that has kept the artist enthralled.

Ist Ist, Architecture. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

As a species we cannot but help be influenced by the times we live in, and by the feeling of doubt that creeps into the minds of those who see the future as one of understanding that we are only ever one step away from self-annihilation, of placing ourselves in the hands of the dystopian regime, always fretful that the blessing that is utopia is but a mirage, a paradise to be striven for but always kept out of reach for the fear of what the image of perfection would do to our minds.

Minnie Birch, You’re Not Singing Anymore. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Every person finds the church that carries their own belief, that teaches them the right lessons for them about humanity, of suffering, agony, pain, and the beauty of relentless hope. Not every church comes with a spire, not every place of worship has a priest, a rabbi or swami in attendance and yet there is always the one overwhelming feature that binds them all, that of the choir, the crowd in full voice singing songs passed down through the generations, the gathering raising their voices on high in praise, and quite often detriment, to those that a higher power has called to the alter of idolatry.

Bad Touch, Kiss The Sky. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Reach for the stars every opportunity you get, to even escape the confines of the tether that binds us, the rope that tightens so keep us from chasing a dream, a vision, is not only what makes us human but give us the power to change, if not the world, then at least our own destiny, and if we are denied the chance to sample the sight of the stars close up, then at least we are able to Kiss The Sky and leave our lips as a lasting impression on that which separates us from the rest of the Universe.

Tawny Ellis, Love Life. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

There was a time when discussing your more intimate details was reserved for the tabloid press and to further the rumour mill in your home town, to sow the seeds of jealousy, to take the pressure off the mind as you deal with how your Love Life is perceived. Now love is everywhere, it is not just all around, you can’t escape it, however, a carefree and over discussed love life is not the same as being committed, as bringing both sensuality and freedom to another’s soul, it is this naked, exposed and truth laid bare that makes Tawny Ellis’ new album one of beauty and the raw relationship that keeps the listener entranced.

Dougie Burns, Martha. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

For the vast majority of us, we owe a sizeable debt to the one we call our Mum, be it the one who dealt the hand that saw us come into existence, or the one that protected us from the evil that threatens to engulf us, the monsters in the cupboard and the terrors under the bed, the mother we call be name is the one we invariably dedicate songs to, a line of poetry when inspiration calls, or to the remembrance of art…. no matter the name, the mother is the one who can be seen to nurture the art within us.