Category Archives: Music

David Barnicle: Dreaming Awake-Acoustic Sessions. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The power to lucid dream is one that can be magical experience, it can lead to places which you never expected your mind could fathom, it can show glimpses of a reality in which anything is possible, and be an indicator of the path that the universe is asking you to follow, to trust the hallucination and be more in tune with the ethereal rather than the trappings of matter-of-fact, hard nosed entrenched opinions brewed and passed down by dogma and one-world view.

Joanne Shaw Taylor: Heavy Soul. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

The Heavy Soul that continually finds a way to unburden itself is one to acknowledge the respect that is due.

Those to whom creating the urgency of dedicated calm assurance and refusing to bend a will that would see the soul wither under the strain of surrender, these are the magicians of their craft that give others a reason to feel pleasure, a deep and abiding acknowledgement that deference is due, but at the same time you can relish the opportunity to be front row and centre in the presence of brilliance as that soul releases mayhem and takes your mind out for a ride so elegant that it sees eternity.

John Jenkins: Do You Ever Think About Me? Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

There is a reason why many songs that deal with relationships used to sell so well and be high in the popular charts. If you look back throughout the history of the single you can see the proliferation and abundance of songs that had sorrow, undying declarations of love, of regret and touching moments when grieving is summoned from the depths of the soul that is wracked with torment and hope in equal measure.

Perennial: Art History. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

To be bold is an art form in itself, it is the camouflage we wear, the suit of armour that masks the inner feelings of emotion, the performance we show to the world, and each time we push the boldness of our tempered spirit onwards we create a little piece of history, a wedge of our punk heart full of righteous anger and swollen souls determined to get in the face of societal oppression and take a point for the action of the those who are on the right side of history.

Solitary Bee: Autumn Recruits. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Autumn can be seen as the season that values the upbeat melancholic, it honours the belief that ageing is just a step on the road to renewal, that even though the harsh winds of winter and the thick skirts of snow that can threaten the peace of end of current days, autumn is a moment of beauty, radiance, of longing over memories of cultivating log fires and the understanding that those that the season recruits see the world through a kaleidoscope not hindered by the sweat of summer and the false starts of springs.

Steve Dawson: Ghosts. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Loss affords us the introspection to see our time through the eyes of Ghosts, the memories that linger in the mind and offer us a kind of salvation so that we might reflect on who truly mattered in our lives, and their message to us across the boundaries of time.

The thing is we are ghosts ourselves, we haunt a present that is filled often with the meaningless and the damaged as much as the noteworthy and the significant, and it is our duty to cut a swathe through one and offer the generations to come a more evened existence so that when we have passed our moment on Earth we can rely like a signal to all who listen our own hopefully impressive story.

John Entwistle: The Ox Box Set. Box Set Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

In a band of four exceptionally strong personalities and absolute proficiency, no matter what was produced in combination someone was always going to feel relegated, to be almost pushed aside in the pecking order. It is not a new sensation for anyone filled with creativity, George Harrison after all felt the burden so much that he famously quit whilst on camera during the filming of a Beatles’ documentary; so it perhaps is no wonder that the man credited as one of the finest bass players to ever perform on stage, The Who’s John Entwistle, found himself relieving his artistic tension by becoming the first of his own musical clan to delve into his own ferocious talent and come up with a solo album of pure gold.

Don McLean: American Boys. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There are few signs that the image of Americana formed from post war influence has lasted the course and remain as part of the collective aura of today; few idols in music have stayed the course from a period when Apple Pie and Picket Fences were more than just a staple of cliché and the formulaic, and those that have are often unwilling to divert away from the feelgood sessions that made their name and to continue to bask in the glow of the light of what made the genre so alluring, so enthralling in a world recovering from despair, the haunted masques of misery.

Kombos Collective: Uproot. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The birthplace of democracy, the works and thoughts of Aristotle, Plato, and Socrates, the legends and myths of Gods, of true warriors defending a narrow pass, of theatre set against the Mediterranean sky, and seas that carried idea across vast seas; they all require one thing, and it is just as vitally important now in the modern era as it was in times less troubled by those whose notions were presented with an even greater degree of ill-intent today.

The Lovely Eggs: Eggsistentialism. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

If you don’t feel the hackles rising and the wrath coursing through each vein   as the body responds to the old, desperate retort of “Get a proper job” as you plunder the soul for the opportunity to bring something unique, something spiritual, anything artistic into the world; then frankly there is no hope for you. You may as well reserve your place at the end of the line marked mediocrity and hope that the existential parade never finds you sulking as you march to the beat of other’s dogma and insecurity.