Category Archives: Music

Gothminister. Pandemonium II: The Battle Of The Underworlds. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

For some the sound of an album immersed in the realm of the concept is a joyous occasion, it is the epic novel in a surround sound experience where a single journey isn’t enough, and a three-minute track does not do justice. To be in that realm, in any genre that can cope with the dynamic and the expected, is to marvel at the scope of the imagination and the ease in which the minefield of illusion is traversed with speed, agility, and promise.

Belinda Carlisle: Decades Volume 3: Cornucopia. Box Set Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

A missed opportunity or a solid finale to a series of re-releases, Decades Volume 3: Cornucopia treads a path for Belinda Carlisle in such a way that the chance to hear and reflect on songs that never made it to albums, to run through the songs released from the eight studio albums, a small set of new recordings, and live recordings that made it on to the B sides of seven inch singles is a perfect way to sign off on a project that details the entrancing career of the former Go Go’s vocalist; or in some eyes as a release too far, not enough emphasis on the live experience, perhaps even just one whole cd dedicated one of the concerts she gave at the height of her fame as a solo performer…unless that is the plan and a fourth release of her works is even now being planned.

John Jenkins: I Don’t Want To Be That Guy Anymore. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Whilst nobody else watches us struggle with today’s angst and the shifting patterns of torment that comes from opening our heart to the world, we can take solace in that we ourselves believe our truth, that our cry, whether in silence and overwhelming tears, or in full throated declaration and an intent to shake the universe, the opportunity to change and be that man that says I Don’t Want To Be That Guy Anymore is one to be taken notice of, to be admired, to be respected.

Tina Turner: What’s Love Got To Do With It. Box Set Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Love, Ms. Turner sings, is a second-hand emotion, which to her fans, supporters, and admirers, is arguably a redundant statement, but deep down as the soundtrack album that bears the name What’s Love Got To Do With It resonates through the earphones and the surrounding air, it is emotion of abuse, of mistreatment, survival, and eventual breakthrough that handles the heart, Love plays its part, but love can be blinded by mistreatment, it can wear you down as you attempt to find the pedestal that you were once held so upon, and in which neglect and violence exploited your value to the point where control is the only emotion left standing.

Blancmange: Everything Is Connected. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Longevity dictates either what you have done and continue to do resonates with a section of society that will love you no matter what, or that you maintain the ability to be chameleon like, that you can be all things to all people at some point or another. How you master such an issue of consequence is down to the ethic and strength you muster every day, how much the human spirit insists you create.

Ruth Moody: Wanderer. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

We may believe that our life has been journey-less just because we have not stepped a single foot upon the highway that leaves our home town behind, our presence a permanent reminder of what we believe to be an inertia, a static throw of the dice that lands inexplicably in zeros; and yet every day we are drawing breath we are living a life that allows us in some way to be  a wanderer, a seeker, an observer of the walk we have in our way taken, be it a caretaker of the space and time we inhabit, or maybe that of the caregiver to those we hope will shape the world in their image…for the Wanderer is the one who records all in the understanding it will be acknowledged by the nomad and the dweller alike.

Rum Ragged: Gone Jiggin’. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There is always a surprise waiting around the corner where the traditional folk songs’ sources come from, we may have believed with certainty that we have come across every conceivable place on Earth where the sound of the people, driven by their environment can be heard, and yet out of the blue we are proved wonderfully wrong.

The Lost Weekend Band: One Hell Of A Time. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Time was a lost weekend was one filled with unaccountable angst, a shame dictated by a society used to frowning at anything that suggested a raucous behaviour that ended up in temporary amnesia of the events that might be considered anti-social, objectionable, rebelliously lawless; now time is such that the lost weekend is to be lauded, for exactly the same reasons, for the further we are treated so abominably, by the constant pressure to be treated worse than the underclass of Victorian society, the more we which to rebel and have One Hell Of A Time whilst we still can.

Mark Knopfler: One Deep River. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

One Deep River, that is the fortune of those whose lives are touched by their close proximity to the power and the pull of the seas as they make their way in land, like an artery carrying vital blood to the heart we require the belief that the river is the pulse of the town that sits by its banks, that is fed by it, inspired by its temperament, fearful at times of its rage, but always respectful of the secrets it keeps, and those like a spy it chooses to disclose to its faithful followers.

Manic Street Preachers: Lifeblood. Album Review. 2024 Deluxe Reissue.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Like artists we must acknowledge the times when our best was taken for granted, when our vision of the outcome was less than we would have expected, and the regret of placing before our peers and friends our most invaluable thoughts when they don’t quite live up to the promise we hope to deliver.

Unlike artists, those moments can soon fade, they are only seen by a minority, time can soon wipe away the more painful of our actions and leave them in the background of our experiences as a human being; only there to serve as a reminder of the possibility we once handled without care.