Category Archives: Music

Hank Marvin, Gold. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

There are names in every artistic field that are synonymous with excellence, so much so that it is understandable that we perhaps overlook their contribution to the world as we search for the next big thing. Whether this a generational effect in that as we get older the more we move away from those to whom we consider the pioneers of the art, seeking instead the heroes who speak for way we feel emotionally in today’s world, who really can say, but it is always worth reminding ourselves, and those of any age group which we interact with, that greatness is forever, that Gold is a constant force.

Duncan Ewart, Hurt Yourself And Entertain Me. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The world of social media has opened the eyes of many to the possibilities that surround them, there is so much good to be found that the benefits are there to be shared, a sense of the collective that makes the world a smaller, united place -when it goes right. Unfortunately, with every possible light in the world, there must come darkness, and too often, not just in the ethereal but in the living of the moment, we are almost implored to flagellate ourselves for someone else’s amusement.

Saltwater Injection, You Don’t Know Nothing About. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7/10

There seems little in the 21st century that is not revealed, the mysteries and questions are forever exposed along the way, the soundtrack of the decade one of continual release and snatches of what might have been. Even with the once daunting prospect of being banned from audience consumption holding sway over contracts and court action firmly against the artist’s throat, tying their hands behind their back and scowling into the future as if mugged by a television bishop fiddling with his cross whilst offering platitudes and careworn phrases of self-concern. It seems thankfully we can say with a wry smile and danger in our voices to those who censor our words, You don’t know nothing about it.

Rosalie Cunningham. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

Any music fan craves for the moment when they hear something for the first time that will make the hairs on the back of the neck stand up and the feeling of being transported beyond their self-imposed comfortable surroundings and that takes them to a continent of sound that is full of drama, style, substance and mystery, a place where growth is a two way street, where the performer is transformed and has put themselves into a position where they embody theatre.

The Royal Hounds, Low Class Songs For High Class People. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

They say that class is purely a British occupational thought, riddled in today’s society as if it is the only country on Earth that makes distinctions between someone’s standings and their accent and manners. However, society is mired in the preoccupation, maybe not in terms of societal structure, but certainly in the way we immediately determine who we think is a good fit in our own sense of purpose and will give us status to grow, to push our energy onto the next level.

Nigel Richard, Not Before Time. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7/10

Time can be viewed as either a beast waiting to tear us apart with its sharpened claws and saliva drenched teeth, or it can be a willing accomplice, a guide, a teacher, showing us the moment when a passion and a skill needs to be shown to world and when our emotions are ready to handle the outpouring we deliver. Overriding both of those views those is the inescapable truth that Time is a thief, it never allows us the chance to see what it has stolen from us, holding out instead a symbol of the lost years spent in pursuing the art to which we love.

Mrs. Henry, Mrs. Henry Presents The Last Waltz. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery but impressionable skill and honour in its delivery is by far the resonating bell of authenticity and heartfelt thanks. Almost anyone could capture the sense of a piece of art, the odd few songs that make up an evening’s diversion from a set of original tracks performed, and yet it in the heat of the moment how many are willing to put a whole show aside and show true character in reproducing one of the seminal moments captured in Rock history and dealing with the moment as one of accolade in its own right.

Dog On A Stick, Dead Driver. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There is beauty in the smallest place, even the murky puddle that forms under railway bridges or in that dip in the road where you have to cross over as you navigate your way to work, everything holds a story, all holds a sense of currency or bargaining chip to which can be seized upon as an asset, a shield against the feeling of the loneliness that often comes from being found in those conditions in the first place.

Belinda Kempster & Fran Foote, On Clay Hill. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The urge for revolution is one that is a driving force but one that must not consume all in the rage and the battle, it surely must burn the excess and the ravages of desperation. It should not harm a single breath of the tradition that is built up from the songs and thoughts of the labourer, the seamstress, the cook and the cloth maker, all who have worked in the fields have their songs, all who have manually lifted in the factories and toiled underground have sang to ease the day, and On Clay Hill the sound continues, the song of tradition and ancestors is revered.

Dan Walsh, Trio. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

A solitary person can still wield influence if their message is pure and will resound with those who seek information from outside the echo bubble that contains the multitude as they sip from the same continuous well of obligated agreement.

A lone figure will always be noticed in a way that a cast of thousands cannot, only becoming a random sea of faces and quickly dismissed from the mind. The story is more direct, and yet add into the equation what mysteries a Trio can attest to, what genius can lay in that power of three, unbreakable, linked by mutual stimulus. A Trio is one that captures the imagination and sees the world for what it is, a place where the charismatic can prosper, especially if their message is one of intense collaboration.