Category Archives: Music

Becko, You Are (Not) Alone. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

It seems ridiculous now, but there was a time when declaring that you have been inspired by the comic book industry, graphic novels and every sense of art in between was considered by parents, teachers, and education superiors to be the sign of a feeble and ineffectual mind. Even reading comics drew criticism, the young and searching mind that has found glory in a definitive artwork made to feel small, stupid as they attempt to explain that what appears on the page is more than just moments captured, but whole new worlds of expression to be thrilled by.

Joe Satriani, The Elephants Of Mars. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

Time flies when the chance to be as outlandish, as creatively free, comes along; without the shackles and constraints that Time has designed upon us, we are able to do all that we desired, to put into practice every motive, every idea that might seem as impossible as witnessing The Elephants Of Mars taking to the stage and performing as the diluted sunlight hits the surface…and finding that is all good-not just good, but exceptional.

Feeder, Torpedo. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The explosion may be expected, you may feel the initial hum, the air around you may fill with the clamour of noise and warning sounds, and the sea of troubles outside the chamber in which you have immersed yourself in may echo and reverberate, and as each Torpedo hits its intended target, so the song begins in earnest, the metal of indifference buckles, the shell of disinterest collapses, and the captain and the crew, the heart, the soul, the feelings who muster the mind and sail the body of the listener all find that the weapon they thought had destroyed the vessel, in actual fact brought them together.

Megan Black, Deadly Is The Woman. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

So Deadly Is The Woman that they can break your heart, can teach you how to fly, and have you searching your soul and question your mind. So deadly is the woman that anyone can lose their heart to them, and the spells cast, innocent, provocative, sensual, demanding, fearsome, calm and collected passions and mournful cries of nostalgia, all combine to leave their mark underneath the skin; like a tattoo that is visible on the surface but has been inflicted beneath the hide, you are branded for life, for good or for ill, you are hers.

Rain Perry, A White Album. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The focus has once more landed with a critical thump on the idea of what may constitute heritage, what blood runs through our veins, and the question some take with Umbridge, and others celebrate as they embrace all the possibilities and truths of human existence that come with it. To discuss race and family in a civilised manner, away from the ghouls and the ones who see the subject as a chance to set the world afire is a rare opportunity to truly understand how we came to be, and one that sits at the heart and ties of Rain Perry and her latest recording A White Album.

Yova, Nine Lives. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Physically we are more than just a single person bound together by bone and skin, psychologically we are more than the sum of our parts, we are complicated, we are problematic, confounded by beauty, confused by our place in the overall scheme, determined to be the best we can, but finding we cannot deal with the guilt that it takes to stand out; it is almost as if this one life we have is barely enough to deal with all that is thrown at us, all that is expected, and all we desire.

Bibby, Can’t See The Light. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The dark is at times comforting, a place in which to feel the warmth of another with more intent, where secrets are whispered, where traumas are held with a sense of symbolic belief, but no matter the comfort felt, the dark is a place of mutual blindness, a gesture of impaired attraction; for when we can’t see the light, the information becomes skewed, it is reliant on the trust imparted at the time, when the dark had us in its thrall.

Trout Fishing In America, Safe House. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

We need humour more than ever, we must embrace word play, we should demand to see the absurd in the actions of leaders and wannabes and be able to ridicule them without once ever thinking we might be taken to task  for daring to laugh at their decisions, but most of all we should be able to laugh at ourselves, to ridicule the ego and deflate our own self-importance, the self-pity of grandeur; however whilst this should be the case it should never be done with cruelty in mind, for we can amuse without ever being abusive, we can laugh without ever dragging our own minds into a realm of the bleak and the dull.

Stephen Doster, Over The Red Sea. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Imagine being caught between two great trains of thought, both compelling, both arguments are convincing, fascinating, forceful, and dynamic, and yet they are geopolitically, geographically, socially and diametrically opposed to each other; just how do you stand in what might be considered a reasonable choice, and yet find yourself feeling the nag, the small element of doubt that pulls at your being, wanting to believe in both worlds but knowing you are going to have be brave and oppose both states of mind.

David Neville King, Ginger McCain. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Current events produces meaning, history creates art, and in a city where the two are often seen hand in hand, art and meaning are to be heralded as they allow the artist to truly appreciate the fluid nature of capture a scene and unveiling it for an audience who will gaze upon its beauty with pride and awe, and then go searching for the meaning underneath, and whilst such focuses of attention are always subject to personal interpretation, there can be no doubting the swagger, the sense of impenetrability that comes with certain times that evoke a sense of charm, of art in motion.