Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
Cast: Kodi Smit-McPhee, Natassia Malthe, Johannes Hauker Johannesson, Leoner Varela, Mercedes de la Zerda, Jens Hulten, Spencer Bogaert, Priya Rajaratnam, Patrick Flanagan, Marcin Kowalczyk, Michael Kruse-Dahl, Kyle Glenn Sutherland, Louis Lay, Tran Kootenhayoo, Nestor de las Xerda, Blake Point, Nashon Douglas, Morgan Freeman.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 5/10
Cast: Jason Statham, Bingbing Li, Rainn Wilson, Cliff Curtis, Winston Chao, Shuya Sophia Cai, Ruby Rose, Page Kennedy, Robert Taylor, Olafur Darri Olafsson, Jessica McNamee, Masi Oka, Raymond Vinton, Hongmei Mai, Wei Yi, Vithaya Pansringarm, Rob Kipa-Williams, Tawanda Manyimo, Mark Trotter, James Gaylyn.
Four in the morning,
Autumn darkness comes early
despite the August reign.
I have buried my head between sheets
and my own powerful melancholy
as I try to understand how I feel
today.
A moment, as fleeting as the life of a burning star
or the breath of a swatted Mayfly
ripped from existence before it has had chance
to mate, to find true love
in a heartbeat, this is how it could be.
I should celebrate this exploding star,
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
You may espouse the clinical release of declaring independence but it comes with a price that few are prepared to pay; perhaps deep down they understand that the allusion to proclaiming from the rock that stands aloft those that share their bonds, their blood and their history, is to deny that you are the Sum Of All Your Parts, you are unique but joined at the very heart to those who have shared your past, your present and who will inspire your future.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
We are surrounded by history, most of it unwritten, arguably unnoticed till it either affects us, or we wilfully embrace and search for the hidden meanings in which we believe is ours by right to decipher and to proclaim to the world. The circle stones, the cave drawings, all manner of the mystical and ancient in which our world has allowed Time to swallow and conceal till we are ready, till the person concerned shows the faith in their endeavour and creates a piece of art that is gentle, illuminating and even discerning.
Wemmmmmberrrrrleee,
It was the shout of the senior yard,
a dinner time kick-about
for those not entrenched in the arms
of the kissable lips
of the girl they had fancied
since she started wearing tight
T-shirts with movie slogans
imprinted upon it, all designed to catch the eye.
One goal and you were through
to the next round, tactics
playing the part, hand close by
to the keeper, ready to stab home
a winner and much to the despair
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *
Imagine being at Candlestick Park, the home of the San Francisco Giants, in late August 1966, or around two and half years later, on January 30th 1969, at ground level in Central London, looking up to the heavens and hearing the now unfamiliar live sound of four men from Liverpool. Imagine understanding that both these two events were so significant in the annals of music history, not only for the band, but for the wider implication of what went on between the two dates and what would follow; it would almost certainly be the stuff of legends, a screaming mob of fans who paid between four and six Dollars to attend the final throws of infant pop, and the almost quiet drawing on a London street of the curtain on the first part of legendary status confirmed for ever.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
We fall, we rise, it is a circle that never ends, it is a loop n which there is no escape, for in such motions we must embrace all possibilities that Time can throw at us, and which our minds and souls must strive to endure and relish within. It is in the small hours, when the urge to reach out and find solace with kindness and the words, Stay Awake With Me to a loved one or hopeful Muse ever praying on the end of silent lips, that we rise the highest, for in that moment we seek redemption in another’s eyes, we seek the song to which even Icarus could have grasped before falling to Earth, his home-made wings blistered and burned by the kiss of the Sun.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
The Perfect Blue is one in which captures the light it seeks with undeniable clarity, no other colour arguably resonates more emotion in the human mind, except for the revolution in the red but it is to Blue, this reflection of water, sky and mood in which perfection is sought. It takes overwhelming character to frame the human sensation in the pursuit, it can lead to a road in which the blue becomes the blues, and not the kind in which the 21st Century Renaissance of the genre has demanded, but more akin to the downbeat and almost dying glory of a faded existence.
A gloved white middle finger, missing
the rest of the pack lingers
for a moment
at the far-right extreme of the shelf,
piercing nostrils hooked
on polish, can smell the residue
of a frenzied cleaning session,
but there is always a spot missed,
uncared for, rushed, each shelf
she demands being cared for,
the books must always be in order,
never to allow a single mite
of seeded dust to be encountered;
with a bitter smile of contempt, her finger
swipes a molecule of dust, and the maid knows