Category Archives: Music

David Nixon, Put It Back Together Again. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

If it isn’t broke, then don’t fix it, you can always improve and make the art just that little more special but when you have hit such a cool vein of expression that is distinctly your own, then the right thing to do is look upon it as a sign of confident passion and one when the time comes can be thought of the moment when you Put It Back Together again.

Michael Schenker Fest, Resurrection. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

 

The Resurrection is one of solemnity, of earnest reflection, piety, of remembering that some things are eternal and to be seen and heard as gospel, inscribed in the mystic and for the believers, an instruction of on how to be heard forever.

Not that there is any chance of anybody ever forgetting the joy and the sound of one man’s searing guitar, a selection of vocalists performing as if their collective wings were ablaze with the timeless and the gravity defying polish attributed rightly to them, and then the choir in the form of keyboards, bass and drums into which the beauty and depth of Michael Schenker Fest roars into view and in which the Resurrection is a perpetual feast.

Neal Morse, Life & Times. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

It is our own story that we dance to, that we sit and think back over all the occasions we did something extraordinary, that we perhaps didn’t live up to our own sense of self or impossibly high standards. It is the Life & Times in which we remember over a large glass of smoky whisky, with friends staring into the fire as we toast marsh mellows, when we are alone and the darkness comes calling, it is the Life & Times in which we must celebrate or in which we must atone.

Kristin Hersh, Wyatt At The Coyote Palace. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

There is a whisper that floats through the world that is often indecipherable, that is infinite and yet never seems to be allowed to begin, it is the whisper of creative passion; not something that really comes out in a blaze of glory, but instead sits in the soul and waits, sending out the random pulse like a signal from a far off planet’s inhabitants wanting to make contact with humanity, it is often undetected, sometimes gleaned at, but all the while wanting to be embraced like a child on its first day breathing air and reacting to stimuli.

The Delerium Trees, Paradise Will Be. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7/10

Optimism is infectious, it takes you down roads you might never have imagined ever taking, of the street of possible security, through the avenue of seeing a dream unfold and take root; it is an emotion though that is hard to handle, difficult to control and unless reigned back, tempered with the pitfalls and consequences that the search and the hope in what Paradise Will Be.

Ritchie Blackmore’s Rainbow, Waiting For A Sign. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

You could spend your entire life Waiting for a Sign, for the starting pistol trigger to show the potential of being pulled, of the moment when you know that the memories being made are more than just draws of memorabilia and junk. You could spend all your whole existence in search of that symbol which shines and calls out, “here is the beginning”, when in reality all you need is the gumption to understand, the sign was there all along, you just kept ignoring it.

Marc Vormawah, Goodbye To Yesterday. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There is an approach which gets overlooked in the days of rush and tumble, rhetoric and brimstone, we have become so used to looking forward, urged on by fashion and supposed urgency, that we have in many ways disregarded what was perhaps more important, to look back at our lives and see it for the genuine series of events which made us happy. Not so much a reminisce, or a clouded sepia tinged photograph buying us the moments lost, but more of listening back to our own stories, the once written down, perhaps recorded on a tape deck; when life was just life, not a quest in which to be downtrodden and beaten with a large stick if we are seen to be unproductive for an hour.

Wilde Roses. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7/10

There will always be those who skulk in the garden of ignorance, who believe that history gives us nothing, that all that matters is the here and now and the future, gleaming bright or near dystopia it matters not which, that history is the death knell for advancement and is embroiled in nothing but the view point of Kings. There will always be those who see anything that came before their existence as not worth bothering about, their point of view skewed by the inner nagging thought that they just don’t have the patience to know where we come from and where it has been taking us all along.

The Spear Of Destiny, Tontine. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

It is always in the hands of destiny, fortune, reputation, chance and fame to know just how you will have been received down the line; a classic band does not rely on those offerings alone of course, their sense of intelligent writing, music sensitivity and seizing the zeitgeist by the scruff of its hairy chin often play more of a part than the hopeful blessing spoken by some; and yet without it somehow it seems to not register just how great the band can be, how talismanic and intriguing they are.

The Rheingans Sisters, Bright Field. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Where is the dividing line in which Art comes out in the open and acknowledges itself as being part of someone’s life? Like the school boy who writes love sick poetry for the girls he wishes to hold and kiss, for the girl who dreams of dancing infront of audience in a theatre full of appreciative glances and applause, to the woman who seeks out a truth by writing sentences and exposing the crime in her heart; all is Art, all is worthy, but it is when it is open to the elements and uncovered for another person’s eyes that it cuts through the gossamer veil and reveals the desire to be found in a Bright Field full of passionate artistic flowers.