Category Archives: Music

Kevin Buckley, Big Spring. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

What’s in a name…as the poets may enquire as they work behind the scenes with the patience of a saint and the nimble fingers of a competitive sewer, revelling in the admiration of the scene they have created but never displaying for public consumption the tied knots and criss-crossed stitches that bleed into each other on the rear; for in this the name is only partially revealed, and as the gaze of appreciation focuses on the symbol of designation and label on the front, it is in the fluidity of the unseen that the name takes hold, and for Kevin Buckley that stitched scene takes on greater resonance and positivity than ever.

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(479 words, estimated 1:55 mins reading time)

Ghosts Of Sunset, No Saints In The City. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Immersed in the Noir, a focus of the black and white, a soft lingering shot on the femme fatale, the streets full of people, unwavering in their direction, unaware of what is about to hit them; and all the while the camera keeps turning, the film keeps playing, and the heroes prove that whilst there are No Saints In The City, there angels who know how drive the music home.

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(456 words, estimated 1:49 mins reading time)

Marillion: An Hour Before It’s Dark. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

What kind of world are we leaving for our children, what madness have we exposed our fragile souls and precariously balanced minds to, for we have become overwhelmed with the unpicking of the detail that we have either, through neglect or apathy, maybe even self-preservation and wilful ignorance, the big picture!

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(649 words, 1 image, estimated 2:36 mins reading time)

Jody And The Jerms, Flicker. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

A momentary recognition that becomes the lifetime of understanding is perhaps the most appreciative way someone can show their empathy to another human being; for what some perceive as asking for sympathy, is in actual fact the beginning, the Flicker of thoughtful awareness, the compassion to listen to the whole story instead of wanting to top it by interrupting with a tale of their own. The Flicker is the start, the registration, the mustered check that we are aware.

Jody And The Jerms, Flicker. Album Review. full post

(479 words, estimated 1:55 mins reading time)

Captain Of The Lost Waves, Hidden Gems Chapter 3 – Mysterium Tremendum. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

The art of the Progressive mind is one that is steeped in revolution whilst not willing to trade personal creativity for the temptation of fame, fortune, or compromising with the Devil who calls the tune it doesn’t stop them from expanding the nature of their art, from being willing souls wanting to embark on a new adventure.

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(419 words, estimated 1:41 mins reading time)

Only Child, Straight Lines. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

“Time Flies Over Us, but leaves its shadow behind”, and what a mighty shadow is to be felt when someone, anyone, finds themselves stepping off the train at Lime Street Station, when they cross the Irish Sea and see in the shimmering distance the graces, the welcome of history wrapping its arms around the visitor.

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

Sabaton, The War To End All Wars. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Sadly, Europe and the wider community is once more under the kind of threat that makes the Godfather of British science Fiction H. G. Wells’ quote “War to end all wars”, seem ever more populist for its time, and despite the brilliance of the man, almost arguably arrogantly absurd to believe such an event was ever possible.

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(499 words, estimated 2:0 mins reading time)

Landon Lloyd Miller, Light Shines Through. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

To own your name is the ultimate action of any rational mind, to deny such an experience of personality, to decry the limelight, the searchlight of existence is to be forever welcoming the shadows.

The nom de plume and the group embrace is a noble release, it offers sanctuary in a world too eager to tear down the reserves of the soul and offer temptation in the form of recognition, the riches of identification, especially in a world framed by creation and by possession of artistic rights. Yet, to own our words, our gestures, our thoughts and titles of the moments we have brought into the world is not so much about possession or proprietorship, it is the registering of the fact that we were here, at this time, and this was our contribution to society, to community.

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(401 words, estimated 1:36 mins reading time)

Geoff Carne & The Raw Rox Band, The Love Gun E.P. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

For Geoff Carne it was never about what was left, it was always about continuance, the sheer love of creation, so even in the wake of retirement by the colossus that is Mike Hatz, Geoff Carne took the road unbroken and alongside The Raw Rox Band, Arby ‘Slash’ Rockman, Jim Black, Zoki Jovanoski, and Bob Calvery, the muscle, the memory, the music has found a place which honours that what was, but is unafraid to march forward, to take perhaps a different, and in the case of the new E.P. Love Gun, more uninterrupted and giant resounding sound.

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(356 words, estimated 1:25 mins reading time)

Graeme James, Seasons. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The Seasons come and go, some with the bluster of a damaged ego, some with a lazy haze that seeps into the bones and makes us lay in hopeful pastures overlooking bubbling swimming streams. The personality of each season may not be of concern to the vast majority of humanity, more troubled by the unease of the monthly, daily, change of events, but it must be noted that as the cold anger of February and the war like heat of August shape our lives, so to do the seasons, the high council of climate and time, have the right to be felt and appreciated by even the smallest of creatures.

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