Category Archives: Music

Fatherson, Sum Of All Your Parts. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

You may espouse the clinical release of declaring independence but it comes with a price that few are prepared to pay; perhaps deep down they understand that the allusion to proclaiming from the rock that stands aloft those that share their bonds, their blood and their history, is to deny that you are the Sum Of All Your Parts, you are unique but joined at the very heart to those who have shared your past, your present and who will inspire your future.

Richard Durrant, Stringhenge. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

We are surrounded by history, most of it unwritten, arguably unnoticed till it either affects us, or we wilfully embrace and search for the hidden meanings in which we believe is ours by right to decipher and to proclaim to the world. The circle stones, the cave drawings, all manner of the mystical and ancient in which our world has allowed Time to swallow and conceal till we are ready, till the person concerned shows the faith in their endeavour and creates a piece of art that is gentle, illuminating and even discerning.

Dan Owen, Stay Awake With Me. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

We fall, we rise, it is a circle that never ends, it is a loop n which there is no escape, for in such motions we must embrace all possibilities that Time can throw at us, and which our minds and souls must strive to endure and relish within. It is in the small hours, when the urge to reach out and find solace with kindness and the words, Stay Awake With Me to a loved one or hopeful Muse ever praying on the end of silent lips, that we rise the highest, for in that moment we seek redemption in another’s eyes, we seek the song to which even Icarus could have grasped before falling to Earth, his home-made wings blistered and burned by the kiss of the Sun.

Rick Kemp, Perfect Blue. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The Perfect Blue is one in which captures the light it seeks with undeniable clarity, no other colour arguably resonates more emotion in the human mind, except for the revolution in the red but it is to Blue, this reflection of water, sky and mood in which perfection is sought. It takes overwhelming character to frame the human sensation in the pursuit, it can lead to a road in which the blue becomes the blues, and not the kind in which the 21st Century Renaissance of the genre has demanded, but more akin to the downbeat and almost dying glory of a faded existence.

Northern Flyway, Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

We never used to be so out of tune with the call of nature, but then of you tear down the countryside, if you pull up trees and spray poison after poison into the soil and the air, if you turn greenbelt land into concrete monstrosities just to placate the bloated figure of economy, then it could be thought of that nature, in all her glory, has abandoned us.

Elis Macfadyen, My Home In Argyll. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Home, there should be nowhere safer, comforting, it should be a place filled with rejoicing, memory and the soft song that fills every room. Not everybody is able to experience this, not everyone has the means or the companionship to be able wallow in the pleasure of staying in, yet for some home is where ever the see the sun rise, the beauty on the pastoral charm as dew breaks on the grass and fields; home is everywhere and some make it sound soulful where ever they look upon.

Allan Yn Y Fan, Ym Mhontypridd Mae’n Nghariad/Gorthrwm y Gweithiwr. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Tradition can be a fruitful reminder of what binds us as a family, as a nation, or if we are fortunate, as a species, the practise of the art forms, of singing with one beautiful voice, of keeping a belief and hope in the struggle of linguistic oppression.

Tradition has its critics, those who suggest nothing short of a bonfire of the vain and institutionalised will wipe the slate clean, give a new reason in which to overthrow the settled and comfortable; however, without tradition, the world is poorer, less fuelled by a common sense of purpose, it doesn’t have to be the tradition which keeps society at each other’s throats, just the custom of declaring a love, of keeping the habit alive so that others can dream.

Yvonne Lyon, Everything’s Fine. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The world is a perplexing place of indecision, double-talk and hidden conversational meanings, we never truly say what we mean, hiding perhaps behind the facade of wishing for a quiet life and knowing that damage to another’s soul is never truly rectified. An erroneous word uttered, a seemingly innocent remark placed in jest to the audience, and the suggestion that comes back with authority and pursed lips, is that Everything’s Fine, nothing is wrong.

Monster Truck, True Rockers. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

The true rocker stands in defiance against trends and the spit in the eye from the other genres as they still find ways to suggest that the once thought uncool double denim look was a reflection of the music, that snobbish would sneer with delight, that the arrogant would openly mock, and yet throughout it all the true rocker stood firm, held their council and their own tongue and just enjoyed the ride in every form that was available.

Matt Swift, Growth And Decay. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

We ignore those who we should be holding up high every day, it is an action that costs a little piece of our soul, a small sliver of our humanity, until all that could have been evolution, progress in our hearts, becomes shrouded in the shadow of degeneration, the waxing and the waning of someone’s art too fragile, too at risk from the latest trend and the chase of the obscure celebrity fashion, the endorsement of those that quite honestly would step over the passionate and interesting in favour of the scent of the superficial and the phoney.