After One Year Inside.

Things I Miss After A Year Inside

I miss the taste of fish shop chips

and battered cod swimming

in salt and vinegar, and watching

the world turn past me,

for everything

is silent,

as the people make their way

down Church Street, Saturday

shopping bags in hand, smiles

painted, fixed and grinning

as Reds and Blues size each other

up and down the table, and I,

in ignorance listen to a song

as batter burns my lips.

Various Artists, Tributes: Songs For Neil Volume 1. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

It is undemanding to look upon musicians simply as entertainers, the sense of tradition of the minstrel joyfully earning a sovereign after keeping the court amused and distracted from the matters of state playing out behind velvet curtains, and whilst tradition suggests this is the tribute displayed, the musician, as with all artists, are so much more than just simple distraction, a diversion to be charmed by, they are the keepers and reminders of what makes us human, the teller of tales, the enlighteners to whom all Tributes are encased in gold.

David Neville King, Ray Lazy Ray. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision 9/10

We all have our own thoughts on what makes up the personification of lazy, of the person who we think isn’t pulling their weight, or the one individual to whom we look at with undeserved contempt because we think that they are contributing nothing to society, and all because we never see what they do, what they are experiencing behind closed doors.

John Jenkins, Desert Hearts. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The heart at times may be as barren and seemingly lifeless as the Mojave, but the mind is forever on the verge of flourishing, of adapting, changing its opinion and the way it observes the world; it is what makes a change of mind and vision so exhilarating to witness, and which kick starts the heart into its own adaption, but never losing the fascination that comes with the sultry and emotionally passionate flowering of all the Marigolds and Sunflowers as visions of the Desert Hearts.

D. E. McCluskey, Time Ripper. Book Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

There will be those that look upon the events in Whitechapel during the summer and autumn of 1888 as the gift that keeps giving. A morally objectionable standpoint in which to view the murder of five or more women during the reign of fear imposed by one or more individuals as a sideshow, a ghoulish fairground in which many take delight in the detail without ever seeing the truth of the women at the time who were slayed, and the plight of the working class in a city that was at the heart of Empire.

Alice Cooper, Detroit Stories. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

In the great pantheon of American narratives, rarely does the upper reaches of the cities that straddle the Great Lakes feature, the chronicles it seems are reserved for the east and west coast and the plains in between, and yet the Motor City has its own special place in American history, not one perhaps made of literature, but in that more alluring spectacle, music.

The Gold Needles, What’s Tomorrow Ever Done For You. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

If you have issues with the past and you wonder why today finds itself in your bad books, then to think on and wonder What’s Tomorrow Ever Done For You could be considered an act of folly, a reckoning with a time that as of yet doesn’t even know is coming, let alone the part it has to play in your life.

We either look to the day ahead with excitement, the joy of having made it through another twenty-four-hour cycle, or we worry ourselves into submission, laying awake at night as we mentally prepare ourselves for what ever the day has in store for; our minds convinced that whatever it is, it can’t be good.

Damon Fowler, Alafia Moon. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The roots of America are more than just what we see in today’s myopic landscape, no matter what is done to rectify this objectionable stance, there will always be those who only understand what they have been led to believe, they embrace nothing more than what makes them comfortable, what makes them feel powerful. It is in this stance that peace and beauty of every dynamic possible is stifled, silenced, and it takes an even greater effort, a display akin to heroic proportions to deliver the Moon to all who seek reflection and of the harsh nature of the Sun blinding them to other opportunities.

Orden Ogan, Final Days. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

It really does depend on how it actually ends, those Final Days of human influence on the planet, the last moments in which our stories, for good or for bad, can be told, how would we express them, how would we convey our apologies for all the wrongs we have committed, how much love we have for another unsuspecting soul, upon those final days, when the Earth cracks under the pressure of our existence, how do we, as a species, atone for our time in anything but a short, well-meaning goodbye.

The Ghosts Of Helags, We Came From The Stars. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

We Came From The Stars, and it is to the stars we will return, all that lays in between is observation, daydreams and adventures, but even then we are mindful of the sense of the ethereal, the timeless clock ticking downwards to zero, so what we see is not all that we wish for, all that we feel can be in the end delicate strands of survival, waif-like ghosts haunting the plains of existence, paying penury in advance as we struggle to understand that what is beyond our vision exists, and is not an illusion created by gods and zealots.