Category Archives: Music

Mutant Vinyl, Daffodils In Angell Town. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

It is the dichotomy to which nature and fantasy are willing to cross over into each other’s paths with greater ease than those who seek to divide the world through pain and glory, the truth is not just necessary, at times it is unpalatable, the poet may dress the world in garments to which the light reflects and shows off its tender side but it can also address the naked and the weary with symbolism and direct punches to the soul. To frame this in such a way that the imagery of Daffodils In Angell Town is only the word of truth and not to be distorted is to illuminate the message at hand.

Rory Gallagher, Blues. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

To acknowledge that influence is all around us, that there may be nothing new under the sun to which we express, is to show how beautifully unique our sense of appreciation can be. It takes the impact of others to guide us in our pursuit to create the unexpected, not just in our actions, but in the power afforded to us by absolute dedication; those that attain this live on long after the hours have been forgotten, after the battles have been examined, what remains is arguably the purest of endeavours, the ability to change what life may dictate you should be.

Antonello Giliberto, The Strategy Of Chaos. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

What some might perceive as confusion, perhaps even believing that turmoil and despair must surely follow in its wake, chaos is arguably a blunt weapon in which the upheaval caused is in the end an effect of peace, a raging headache that gives way to calm, the rough and white horse topped seas that lead to the adventurer seeking shelter in an unheard of land, an island in which they were drawn to by The Strategy Of Chaos.

Albert Castiglia, Masterpiece. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

You can be forgiven for thinking that the future means insulting the past, it is a way of habit across the board in today’s society, perhaps one that has found the throw away culture a little too meaningful, one that perhaps sees previous moments of exceptionalism as nothing more than a jaded reminder of all that is wrong, all that is stereotypical.

Jonathan Markwood’s Hoo-Hah Conspiracy, Psychoacusis. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Time well spent in the pursuit of happiness, or indeed creativity, is time that can live forever. It is the mark of humanity that we wish to see something of our mind live on once, the capacity to understand all that we may utter into the wind could catch on, that our anger at the insanity of those deemed responsible enough to have a nation’s best interests at heart is caught up in the sound of our voices growing louder, beating against the chest of other’s psychosis and ramblings, acute and serious, perceptive to our own tune and the right we have to stare with wonder that these people are even allowed to tie their own shoe laces, let alone be in charge.

VRi, Tŷ Ein Tadau. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

If we are fortunate, privileged beyond almost anything the world can throw at us or endow with is mystery and reveal, then to stand as adults and still be able to see love in the eyes of the one we call Dad is to know somewhere we have inherited that man’s reason, trust and hope. To many abandon this, striking out on their own, never realising that by walking away, so too does the soul of the one who helped raise us to be of equal footing in Our Father’s House.  

Big Daddy Wilson, Deep In My Soul. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

You could be forgiven for thinking that the world turns on the presence of time and the grasping hands of those for whom money is all consuming; and whilst as we steam roller into possible extinction, while we seem to ignore lessons learned and put our fingers in our ears to drown out the sound of truth and reality, what we should finally realise is that the planet, each one us, runs on love, basic but beautiful, love.

Stray Cats, 40. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

A positive argument will always be made that the initial energy that makes up a band, the creative bonding which first brought any group to prominence, can be recaptured given the right set of circumstances and stimuli, the never forgotten beating heart which strode any stage with confidence and perhaps wonderful seamless pride, it all is contained within a tightly corked bottle waiting to release its vintage, even after a few decades since it was last sampled.

RJ Chesney, Amateur Revolution. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

No uprising can hope to survive unless it is meticulously planned out, any possible kinks in the plan smoothed down and the feeling that what you are hoping to achieve is not one of fundamental revolt or insidious riot, instead what the aim should be is one of considered revolution, a change of mind, heart and soul. It doesn’t have to be dealt with pain of absolute, neither should it be embraced as mutinous tragedy or by the hands of devilish authority wanting more of the same but within a different body running the show; the Amateur Revolution is always in the end one that is more sincere and thoughtful to those caught in its seismic wake.

Enterfire, Slave Of Time. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

It is a peculiarity affixed to humanity that unless we are seen to be controlled by the clock then we cannot be seen as to be productive, there is seemingly no room in the concerns of those who set the agenda that we can be off the clock, dedicated to our own well-being, our spiritual growth. There is always in the back of our minds the pressure of utilising the moment between the tick and the tock, a chilling spectre that eats at our soul and which insists that we make lists, to be continually busy, for in the end it seems we are nothing but a Slave of Time, and the clock continuously marks down the minutes in which we serve this insatiable master.