Snowpiercer. Television Drama Series. Television Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Cast: Jennifer Connelly, Daveed Diggs, Mickey Sumner, Alison Wright, Sean Bean, Lena Hall, Iddo Goldberg, Kate McGuinness, Susan Park, Sam Otto, Sheila Vand, Roberto Urbino, Mike O’ Malley. Annalise Basso, Jaylin Fletcher, Steven Ogg, Rowan Blanchard, Chelsea Harris, Archie Panjab, Clark Gregg, Michael Aronov, Happy Anderson, Kerry O’ Malley, Timothy V. Murphy, Aaron Glenane, William Stanford Davis, Vincent Gale, Karin Konoval, Tom Lipinski.

Doctor Who: Pursuit. Big Finish Audio Drama Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Cast: Paul McGann, Emma Campbell-Jones, Sonny McGann, Felicity Cant, Louise Falkner, Clive Hayward, Lizzie Hopley, Wanda Opalinska, Indra Ové, John Ramm, Vineeta Rishi, Sam Stafford, Dan Starkey, Niky Wardley.

The Time War continues to rage around the eighth incarnation of The Doctor, and with fortune, and the conundrum that continues to perplex him in the form of Cass Fermazzi is causing fractures in his personal relationship with his great-grandson Alex; and as the four stories that connect Pursuit play out so the drama of fall out is one of cracks in spirit, and splinters in time.

Books Of Blood. Film Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

Cast: Britt Robertson, Anna Friel, Rafi Gavron, Yul Vazquez, Freda Foh Shen, Nicholas Campbell, Andy McQueen, Kenji Fitzgerald, Paige Turco, Saad Siddiqui, Glenn Lefchak, Brett Rickaby, Matt Bois, Etienne Kellici, Cory Lee.

Clive Barker is one of those rare horror writers to whom any adaption of his work seems to transfer to the medium of cinema with consummate ease, unlike many of his peers and associated writers, he has found the transfer one of unregulated temptation, of knowing that the thrill is in the blood and one that the readers of his books take with them to their heart when they immerse themselves in the big screen view.

Freya Rae: Divergence. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Captivated is the heart when it finds itself focused on a sound that feels as though a door has been opened nearby and the sweet smell of petrichor wafts through on the breeze and leads you to a place where you know the intensity of everyday bombardment has been nullified and that remains is calm and the difference of eased pressure.

Mike Ryan: The Space Where You Should Be. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The Space Where You Should Be is often filled with the ghosts of others who are determined to gatekeep success and enlightenment as a preserve of the envious and resentful, those who see your power or even your potential and focus only on keeping you out lest you displace their coveted position in people’s hearts and minds.

Mike Ryan’s place is assured through the tenacity of progression and the refusal to bow to the dogmas of war and musical dramas of another’s plectrum and strings, and as the haunting and cool procession of his brand new album, The Space Where You Should Be, settles on the dust of the past and raises its own place where heavenly sounds can be heard.

Michael Troughton: Patrick Troughton: The Biography (Anniversary Edition: 2015). Book Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

For many Patrick Troughton will always be remembered as the second actor to take up the role of the second incarnation of The Doctor from the long running British science fiction serial, Doctor Who, for a multitude he will be fondly thought of as Father Brennan, the man who warned Gregory Peck’s Robert Thorn that his son, Damien was the Antichrist in The Omen, and a whole host, an absolute embarrassment of riches of roles he was able to portray with a searing honesty in television, film, theatre, and radio; but to Michael Troughton, himself an actor of excellent repute, he was always first and foremost, a dad.

John Jenkins: Restless Hearts. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

These Restless Hearts of ours are in eager need of comfort, they expect reassurance from love and the meaning of art as it eases those emotional shocks and confusions of loss, and faith. The commotions of navigating the errant nature of Time as it bypasses us, streaks by in the blink of an eye, and the disturbances of love that cause the organ at the very centre of our being to wobble and become distressed at times when we require stability and firmness of spirit.

Captain Of The Lost Waves: Beautiful Ugly: Trance Portals. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Whilst we may crave for the unique lyric that catches our attention, that one line that wants us to embrace its message and sing its virtue out loud as if it has become a mantra, a modern hymn of rejoice or sorrow filled chant that digs deep into the art of melancholy, it is to the building block of the song, of the album, that allows the listener’s imagination to be encouraged, to be stimulated by the virtue of the complete instrumental curated for maximum thought and confident rhythm of life.

Phantomy: From The Wild. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

From The Wild, never from peace, do the offerings of ingenuity flourish. It almost feels innate to humanity’s progression that in throws of chaos we find ways to exert influence, muscle, and persuasion to pour our very being into sharp focus; and as Finnish newcomers Phantomy aptly show in their debut release, From The Wild, the lessons forged in heat are the ones that capture the raw intensity of our soul and wilful determination to be heard.

Various Writers: Doctor Who Target Storybook (2025). Book Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Our lives are short, and the adventures we may face few and far between, and even if we heed the call to embrace the possibility of writing the details of even a small skirmish, do we have the honest intention to admit that the moment adds clarity to our existence, or do we brush it under the carpet as if nothing monumental took place, ignoring the prelude to an even greater journey, then we deserve nothing more than short trip, an exercise in futility as we breathe our last breathes with regret.