Category Archives: Music

Red Hot Chili Peppers, Unlimited Love. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * *

When an influence becomes distorted, the effects can be felt deep in the soul.

Time has a way of letting you know that all that think you are has either come crashing down around you, or that it is the moment in which you have arguably become a fixed point that no longer has the same persuasion, the same pull on the hearts as you once did, and contrary to popular belief, love is not unlimited, it has a line in which it can become blurred, concerned over, and perhaps ultimately, break.

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(450 words, estimated 1:48 mins reading time)

Eddi Reader, Light Is In The Horizon. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

It is to memory that we are able to see the prospect of hope in the distance; that even in the most damning of times we can imagine a moment after the damaging storm clouds have cleared in which the sound of a heart filled with courage takes a faultless foot on the stage and stands ready for the houselights to pick her out and for the music to captivate the audience in a way that hadn’t been felt in their souls for what could have been years.

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(465 words, estimated 1:52 mins reading time)

Derek Vanderhorst, Wildflower. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

It is that moment that we come to recognise that Time is no longer an ally and has found a way to urge us to concentrate on all that can make us immortal through our expression, our indulgences, in our undertaking to make the art within us live forever. In that moment the Wildflower outlives the rose, the fleeting nature of beauty holds firm in the soil of audience criticism in a way that the dahlia, the carnation, or the lily will never understand.

Derek Vanderhorst, Wildflower. Album Review. full post

(436 words, estimated 1:45 mins reading time)

Alice DiMicele, Every Seed We Plant. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Tending your own garden is perhaps a chore for some people, for others it is a pleasure, to be at one with nature, to know that each seed placed into the Earth has the potential to grow, to mature, into something special, that it can be seen to hold in its own place or time, an aspect of the gardener who tended it, who nurtured it, and who in the end took the time to see it go through its life cycle with love.

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(462 words, estimated 1:51 mins reading time)

BAIT, Sea Change. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Never mind the sound of the suburbs, or even the underground, at times what we really need to take notice of is kept out of sight from us, intentionally perhaps, by design – absolutely, and if we are to affect a Sea Change, then we need to do more than say we have listened to those suffering most, we need prove it, we need to declare that every tower block, every neighbourhood, communities up and down the country and worldwide, every person who has been left behind and whose story can be told, is given the stand, the moment, in which to state firmly that those who intentionally silence a life should pay for it in kind.

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(429 words, estimated 1:43 mins reading time)

Larry McCray, Blues Without You. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

You don’t know what you have misplaced until you find it again.

Those Blues keep on coming, those heart-breaking moments of love and unrestraint, the sentiment of passion, the honesty of the damaged, the truth behind the whispering guitar; the Blues keep on coming, and why, because deep down we all understand what it is to lose at love.

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(432 words, estimated 1:44 mins reading time)

Walt Disco, Unlearning. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

It is time to embrace the act of Unlearning, to shed the skin that accompanies years and decades of imposed belief, and by doing so the weight of illusion that has dragged us down blind alleys, has had us almost corpse ridden in the act of rancid nostalgia, is discarded and cast off as simply as the scales that have been removed from the eyes of the informed and enlightened.

Unlearning behaviour is a right, a necessity of growth, and it must be achieved by sacrificing certain toxic traits of mindfulness, but never once letting go of the integrity you have developed.

Walt Disco, Unlearning. Album Review. full post

(394 words, estimated 1:35 mins reading time)

Midwich Cuckoos, Death Or Glory. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

If Dante can take the reader’s hand and lead them through a spiralling poetic narrative of figures inhabiting Hell, then the modern listener can certainly appreciate what it means for a youthful soul to attempt to atone for their sins and gain access to the other realm, and perhaps aid them in the melody-filled adventure of a lifetime.

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(482 words, estimated 1:56 mins reading time)

The Remittance Men, Scoundrels, Dreamers & Second Sons. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Scoundrels, Dreamers & Second Sons, the type of crowd we all find waiting for us in the back lit bars and the luminescence of shadows, they require payment, a settlement of funds with added interest accrued daily, only these Remittance Men are not in it to put the chains on the debtors, but they are pushing the audience to expand their appreciation of what truly flows, not pounds, shillings and pence, but art, expression, joy, acceptance, the allowance of Time to find the point of existence.

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(393 words, estimated 1:34 mins reading time)

Decommissioned Forests, Industry. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

There is nothing quite like the thrill, the trembling ecstasy, of finding a sound that is willing, determined, to shout into the void, a voice that comes from out of the dark, and like the figure on the pier, hands clasped to the ears, the swirling, layered canvas that is life catching the moment of delight, the solitude of pain, the agony of expression, the belief of true parity amongst equals.

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(485 words, estimated 1:56 mins reading time)