Category Archives: Music

Una Quinn: Little Anthem. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

We perhaps stand to attention when a stirring piece of music that symbolises our country plays out across parade ground filled with uniforms and young faces, some may find solace in the perpetual myth created by the hymn like state of music, the solemnity of each note created; or maybe we find ourselves at a gig of our choosing and applauding wildly when that anthemic blast of nostalgia washes over our minds and we cheer, we sing along, and take heart at the meaning and what it sparks in our hearts…

Ancient Psychic Triple Hyper Octopus: Put Emojis On My Grave. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There is a fine line between human creativity and the application of AI in our pursuit of inventing art and designing future sculptured appreciation; it is a line that encompasses the use of the improvised and the experimental to the absolute degree, and one we must be careful in which we employ our own narrative.

April Moon: Forgiveness Juice. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

April Moon’s roots continue to grow and flourish, and in the duo’s latest recording, Forgiveness Juice, the scale of their imagination and undaunted vibe is once more to be seen by the listener as overwhelming and persistent gracious spirit.

Following on from the impressive The Other One Was You, Jaime April and Jason Moon took advantage of the aligned stars and the drama free experience of inhabiting two Liverpool studios to bring to the public another sense of guitar-driven irresistibility, influences of ear-catching pleasure fill the air, and as the Forgiveness Juice E.P. washes over the listener, the sound of a soul being refreshed can be heard raising merriment and pushing the pair further into a realm that has just as big a wide open appreciation for beauty as much as the Saskatchewan skies.

Sue Harding: The World. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The mystery and the cryptic unknown that flirts with furtive secrecy as the tarot cards are laid to determine, or at least pinpoint your fate across time, have beguiled many, and lured many more to a place where The World itself seems to stop in time as it breathes in contentment and delivered understanding that there is more to our time than just being numbers and clocking in to another’s tune.

Shadow Captain: Abbesses. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

We have been denied much over the last five years, we live in a time when the fracturing of the artist’s soul has become not only normal, but lauded by those with an intent bent in destruction and chaos, and instead of taking arms against these agents of turmoil and manufactured confusions, we hide underground, our retorts spoken softly as not to offend the words of people we should not care of, we creep around the Abbesses of the Paris Metro, we slink in the darkness of New York’s Subway, just so we can be assured of not being accused of bringing love to a world of hate.

Gary Moore: Live – From Baloise Session. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Some legends are taken far too early for the public to comprehend, the sense of unfinished business looms large in the conscious.

What we hold onto is the hope that those who have featured long in our lives have left us more than memories, they have squirreled away nuggets of gold in which the listener is given more than anticipated promise, they are endowed with faith; for the passing of a hero, especially one so prolific as one of the true greats of the Blues, Gary Moore, will always have something for the fans even in the event of Time’s inevitable passing.

I, Claudia: Storms & Silver Linings. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Storms gather, it is in the very fabric of existence that we must expect upheaval, but if we weather the storm, if we seize the silver linings on show as the lightning illuminates their positions and meanings to us, then we may find something unexpected, a tale of the unforeseen presented as a gift to us.

I, Claudia’s message in Storms & Silver Linings is one of impressionable intimacy, and for the woman behind the name, Claudia McKenzie, the intricacy of arrangements and vocals beguile the senses for the first time listener and confirm certainties of those who have followed the maker of the self-confessed chaos and essence.

Debbie Bond: Live At The Song Theater. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

The feel of the raw emotion of the Blues in the 21st Century is now a given, the lean years of the genre firmly displaced in time, smoothed over as a gentle reminder to all that if you take a moment or a movement for granted then eventually it will grind to a halt and turn to dust; and yet the listener cannot but be helped drawn to a time when the Blues was at its zenith, the golden age of the sultry and the smoky bars, where imagination and the flow of music went hand in hand and leads you to front table by the stage, directly in the eye line of the steady and composed talent acting as the Muse and love for the night.

Sex Pistols: Never Mind The Bollocks Here’s The Sex Pistols: Live In The U.S.A. 1978

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The phrase, so well-known, repeated, and misused by some who find ways to sneer at the moment in time that the Sex Pistols managed to install themselves briefly at the very centre of the storm that rightfully gave Britain the kick it needed to finally start pulling away from the Victorian straitjacket that had bound tightly to the sensibilities and rigid indoctrination of the public, somehow frames the three cd release of the band’s tumultuous time in the United States with a kind of consummate ease.

Helloween: March Of Time: The Best Of 40 Years. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Time was…and time remains in the hands of those willing to be than a bystander, a voyeur, an observer of events, and whilst it is noble to be a credible witness to Time’s passing, to actively get involved in its storm, to pursue an agenda in which your name or your art adds the eddy and the wake, to the whirlwind above and the whirlpool below…that is the gift, and the curse of Time, we are addicted to its allure and if we are not participating fully, then it will leave as nothing more than an onlooker drowning in the very air supplied by the drum that marks its passing.