Category Archives: Music

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.

Dan Walsh, Trio. Album Review. full post

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

Supersonic Blues Machine, Road Chronicles: Live. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

The road calls, history’s future narrative is weaved between petrol pump and the climax of the end of night shadows in which the unsuspecting artist is greeted by the proof that their work moves souls and makes walls tremble in the anticipation of being laid waste.

Supersonic Blues Machine, Road Chronicles: Live. Album Review. full post

(417 words, 1 image, estimated 1:40 mins reading time)

Dog Bless You, Banksters. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The world doesn’t need satire, but it deserves it, and when the people are taken for a ride, when the greatest parody of all is the double talk of politicians and the rise of fear of losing it all to those with more money than sense, that is when satire comes along and grapples with the officers in charge of the ever diminishing cage.

Dog Bless You, Banksters. Album Review. full post

(361 words, estimated 1:27 mins reading time)

Decay, Modern Conversations. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The bitterest pill we can swallow is the one when we realise that the discussion and exchange of hope we want to have with another human being is dominated either by aggression or by dismissal. One person’s reaching out and imploring is another’s chance to assert themselves to the point where hostility and conflict is inevitable. It is the contemporary way, we are fuelled by anger, disappointment and the prevailing winds of knowing each other’s business that we arguably feel as though we instinctively know better.

Decay, Modern Conversations. E.P. Review. full post

(390 words, 1 image, estimated 1:34 mins reading time)

Greg Felden, Made Of Strings. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

We take it for granted what it means to be human, so much so that we openly embrace suggestions by the well-meaning and the devious in equal measure that we search for improvement which betrays the basic, the rudimentary source of our D.N.A. that we are a thinking, reactive and complicated collection of emotions that at times needs to express itself, to feel the pain, the pressure and the beauty in our memories.

Greg Felden, Made Of Strings. Album Review. full post

(439 words, 1 image, estimated 1:45 mins reading time)

Jack Spann, Propaganda Man. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

The world turns, occasionally it wobbles, and then when we are least expecting it, it lets loose a seismic shock which is hard to shake off. Instead of waiting in anticipation for the rumble of discontent to topple us off our feet, passing the time between the political upheaval and the next wave of spin and opinionated indoctrination, we should stand shoulder to shoulder ahead of time and greet the Propaganda Man with a ready answer, one that the savages of politics will not like.

Jack Spann, Propaganda Man. Album Review. full post

(448 words, estimated 1:48 mins reading time)

Thunderfuck & The Deadly Romantics, Dirty Sleazy Rock ‘n’ Roll. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The ability to stand against the crowd and rage is not only underrated, it is a dying art form, one in which whilst we might disagree with the point of view of the hard stare and the two fingered salute, nevertheless makes us respect that person’s passion, and makes us believe that the all war on individuality and all forms of expressions is not won, not even convincingly.

Thunderfuck & The Deadly Romantics, Dirty Sleazy Rock ‘n’ Roll. Album Review. full post

(471 words, estimated 1:53 mins reading time)

HollowBone, Faith. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There is a vibe, that once heard, is difficult to dislodge, in fact, the moment it becomes part of you it gets to the point where it starts infusing itself, wrapping itself in the detail of your marrow, taking away what you once held as an enjoyment, and instead becoming a way of life.

From the scene at the now distant shore to the place in which the way of life is found to be tranquil, relaxed, a sincere type of energy captured in a realm of myths, magic and the undaunted peace of invention, HollowBone enter the fray of Cornish artistic endeavour and add to the creative flow and ingenuity to which the county is rightly famed.

HollowBone, Faith. Single Review. full post

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

Chris Rogers, Strange Things Happen. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Strange Things Happen when we take a chance and listen to another’s point of view, the way we might even be willing to open our minds to a different belief, perhaps even embrace it and spread the word; it is always in the unexpected place and moment when such a revelation can occur, we just have to recognise its significance when it happens.

Chris Rogers, Strange Things Happen. Album Review. full post

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

Vee VV, Payola. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

No human being alive can lay claim to seeing the exact moment in which a star was born, we can imagine the fire, the explosion and the aftermath, but that spark, that singular new cosmic breath in which the bribe of the universe came to into being, no one can truly understand the awe in which such a twinkle of mischief resounds into a crescendo and cacophony of overwhelming universal dominance.

Vee VV, Payola. Album Review. full post

(452 words, 1 image, estimated 1:48 mins reading time)