Category Archives: Music

I See Rivers, Da Ram. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7.5/10

Norway offers such stories of intrigue, such lightness of spirit, that it holds a certain deep affection for music lovers; once the unfortunate calling card for European laughter, the wrongly thought joke of music from a continent that could barely hold its own head above the murky depths, now it is arguably seen as a model of grace and cool across all the genres it chooses to place before the European melting pot. If its Folk scene is ravishing and certainly enhanced by those who made Liverpool their home over the last few years, if its metal scene is full of dynamic pounding and sheer class then its pop has all the hallmarks of being able to mix subtle and wild abandon into a place of dance floor heaven.

Hooligan Crooners/B-Leaguers, Tales From A Punk Rock Road Trip. Mini Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

If there is no anger, if there is no passion, then what are we fighting for, what is the point of just purely existing in a world which we crave change, less futile celebrity, less pseudo fawning around non political giants, less of almost everything except passion; for if we cannot hope to change the world with a spirited response, we may as well have not crawled our way out of the hangover that is the Victorian era and given credence to the very idea of Punk.

Little Hurricane, Same Sun, Same Moon. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7.5/10

The view from the tallest mountain perhaps never changes, whilst it might occasionally be obscured by clouds or the ambitions of others trapping your sightline within a narrow field, it is nothing compared to being inside even the smallest whirlwind, the biggest twister or even the damage and respect caused by the Little Hurricane, even there the chances are the two views see the Same Sun, Same Moon.

Meadowlark, Nocturnes. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The sound of the pastoral is always one in which to relish, the easy nature of birdsong and the whispering of meadows rustling their future wares to the keen ear of the passerby is always one that should leave that person feeling blessed, understanding the delicate relationship between nature and humanity is not one easily taken care of but one that should be seen as a privilege to have. Music has the same strands of D.N.A. within it, the same whisper to the audience that must be taken care of to the mutual benefit of both listener and those that supply the soft voiced pastoral.

Harri Endersby, Homes/Lives. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Our home is our safety net, for at least that is what it is meant to represent, the place where those around us like, love and perhaps even respect us; going out of the front door should represent a challenge, not the other way round, coming home should represent life unhindered.

Harri Endersby’s debut album is one in which the thought of native lands, the origin perhaps of where a person came from, can end up being a place so far from where conceived, the same with music, the vision, the spark of the idea, is not always where it concludes; the deviations along the way make the journey infinitely more enjoyable and yet there is always that pull of home, the place where all things must eventually pass.

Natalie McCool, You & I. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There are many things that we believe we should be able to say with those we share our lives with, regardless of the relationship, regardless of Time, yet we keep certain things to ourselves, we find that the path of least resistance is the one best chosen as it offers the better chance of peace and security.

Matt Dunbar, Home. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

First they tell the artist that their work is just a pastime, next they tell the writers they are being foolish, they have always decried the poet but when they start on the musician, there is nobody left to defend them. All art is under attack by those without imagination, by those who seek to undermine the process of creativity; for the artist suffers and like the coal miners in which Matt Dunbar speaks so eloquently of, once they are done with that spark of genius or labour, they will then come after everybody else.

Krissy Matthews, Live At Freak Valley. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

There are those demons who take possession very seriously, who wander through the valley of spirits undisturbed by the reckless, the beige and the ones suffering in their own denial. They wander until the right person comes along with a plan of action formulating in their mind, their sense of belief burgeoning, pulsating in time with the heartbeat of the Universe; the demons find their target and give the artist the meaning behind their often enjoyable and tremendous live appearances.

Matt Andersen, Honest Man. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

There are those who see honesty as a virtue, as the cleanest response to a world which celebrates the liar and the thief with equal applause, it is to be admired and seen as the value of the person that they will confess their sins or speak the truth when all around them is cowering in a bucket load of lies. There are those, however that sees the Honest Man as dangerous, as treacherous to the cause of furthering ambition and is the reason why those who seek power quake silently at the questions asked in frank, candid expression.

Mick McConnell, Under My Skin. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

When a set of songs gets under your skin, you tend to try and find the connections, what draws you to the great unknown, to the new and exciting prospect that has opened up before you like a flower feeling for the first rays of spring sun; sometimes those connections are obvious, you like a particular genre, it only follows suit that you should perhaps arguably like this new offering, yet for the most part that is not always the case. For all of us it surely is the thought of what gets Under My Skin makes me love you. .