Category Archives: Music

Wille & The Bandits, Find My Way. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

The spirit of independence is one that is proclaimed with vigorous intent and demand in the modern world we find ourselves in, the call for objective liberation, of being allowed to circumnavigate life in our own fashion, by our own common thoughts without interference from those who believe they know better, but rarely are in tune with the gut feeling and truth of another person’s heart; it is a call we must heed in ourselves and urge others to follow their own vibrant destiny.

Wille & The Bandits, Find My Way. Single Review. full post

(414 words, 1 image, estimated 1:39 mins reading time)

Matt Breen, Bold Street. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Bold Street, like other thoroughfares and byways, of alleys and parks and particular buildings in Liverpool, has its own particular set of memories held in the hearts of the local citizen who looks upon the city with pride, and the mind of those who may only visit the pavements and streets covered with musical and story-telling gold just once in their lives, but who carry the songs heard far off across the world. It is a memory that can always be counted on being captured by the questioning artist, a framing of the moment perhaps as the sculptor at the behest of time, carves light into the reminisce of youth.

Matt Breen, Bold Street. Single Review. full post

(426 words, estimated 1:42 mins reading time)

The Cherry Bluestorms, Whirligig!. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

There are bands who leave you spinning with control, they are like the white willows that float in the breeze, tumbling, falling and rising with the promise of granting a wish should they be caught but ultimately and despairingly, letting down the patient hunter and collector of such timid dreams. The willow is not the parachute that should be chased in the eternal hope of finding a safety net of excitement and endowing insights in to the nature of the universe, it is the long-standing Whirligig!, the power of the wind machine that harness the elements, the weather-vane, the barometer of life that should in respect be enjoyed and taken pleasure in.

The Cherry Bluestorms, Whirligig!. Album Review. full post

(479 words, estimated 1:55 mins reading time)

Dan Wilson, Leave My Baby Alone. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

It is all about the delivery of the phrase, the way a request, a command, a warning comes across, that makes a person stop and listen, or get ready for the fight that so obviously is wanting to take place in the eyes of the one issuing the demand, it is the verbal order which is only one step away from the tap on the shoulder and the growl in the face. To capture that anger in art takes a different kind of emotion, one not steeped in the patriarchal feel of ownership, one that is convincing, a little bit more frightening, and one that if done right, is filled with the friction, the fire of seeing into the eyes of simulated toxic behaviour.

Dan Wilson, Leave My Baby Alone. Single Review. full post

(408 words, estimated 1:38 mins reading time)

Erja Lyytinen, Another World. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

It is no surprise these days when the mainstream finds the understanding of the power of the belief in parallel universes, the worlds in which we inhabit, the different turns that we could have made as a species, as individuals, the decisions that would have made our lives infinitely nobler, more virtuous, perhaps more deranged, more exciting, less convincing, the enormity of a single fated moment in time dictating the rest of your life, judging you for a single snapshot of left or right at life’s impossible junction.

Erja Lyytinen, Another World. Single Review. full post

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

Mike Zito, Blue Room. Album Review. (2018 Re-Issue).

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10


Revisiting an old lover is either a pleasure renewed, or the moment in which you might wonder what was the initial attraction which drove you into their arms and shower them with the virtue and kisses they demanded, which you were happy to supply with open heart and mind. The casual call from out of the Blue Room, the tingle of excitement, the fizz of the electricity that once melted your heart and brought a new feeling of passion to the soul,

Mike Zito, Blue Room. Album Review. (2018 Re-Issue). full post

(628 words, 1 image, estimated 2:31 mins reading time)

Emilio Pinchi, Holiday. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The art of melancholy is sadly underrated, it finds itself being treated as a state of unhappiness, to the cynical it is a passion for the miserable, a self-indulgent exercise which the unfounded optimistic cannot fathom and finds suspicious; like those who strive for years to have the Holiday of their dreams, the jealous will always sneer and beat their heads with regarded sage thought.

Emilio Pinchi, Holiday. E.P. Review. full post

(407 words, estimated 1:38 mins reading time)

Polly Panic, Losing Form. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

In the depths of a cello’s heart lives a sound that is arguably unique across the members of the string musical family. The double bass might be stout, resolute, never wavering in its texture, the violin may be more beautiful, the sound of the siren as she entices sailors to fall at her feet as the waves crash into rocks and the heart breaks with the sound of handsome, ethereal taste.

Polly Panic, Losing Form. Album Review. full post

(421 words, estimated 1:41 mins reading time)

-ii-, Lighthouse. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

No matter how inflamed the candle of desire rises, it cannot compete in strength to the virtue and the pull of the Lighthouse. The candle though remains undaunted by the size of the man-made structure at the edge of the cliffs and often nestled in amongst the crags and rocks, for what would anyone rather do when it comes to kissing a love tenderly for the first time, within the half glow of the candle, the flickering flame throwing of silhouettes that dance in time to the soul’s own beating heart, or be struck by the full glare of light as it warns of danger in icy, unforgiving seas.

-ii-, Lighthouse. E.P. Review. full post

(401 words, 1 image, estimated 1:36 mins reading time)

Mia Klose, Stronger. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There will always be those that find ways to say nothing whilst all the time profiting from someone else’s drive, for in their habit lays not strength, but a kind of washed-out serving, a weakness of expression that implies growth but in actual fact is nothing more than the withering spectacle of a cactus which once supported a beautiful flower, but now creeps towards mulch as it finds no gardener to help it bloom.

Mia Klose, Stronger. Album Review. full post

(376 words, 1 image, estimated 1:30 mins reading time)