Brothers Of Mine, Gig Review. Constellations, Liverpool. Shout About It Live.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

You cannot choose family, it is a readymade solution to helping you in sour times, it is the possible agony to be expected when life takes the sad or unexpected turn; family is shrouded in the playful and sometimes the jealous, without it though nature and society become off-balance, you can fall and your sister will pick you up, but quite often there is nothing more helpful at your back than knowing and saying to yourself that the Brothers Of Mine will be watching, ready and waiting for action.

Satin Beige, Gig Review. Constellations, Liverpool. Shout About It Live.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

In the end it is how you approach life that makes you stand out, despite what the day may throw at you, no matter the events leading up to the moment you take the stage upon; you glare in to the lights, you see the audience’s own hopes and dreams reflected back at you, and you sing and perform as if the world and its consequences don’t matter. For the point is simple, you do everything in your power to sing as if you are bringing the night to an end at Madison Square Garden, that you are saying Goodnight Manhattan.

Monster Truck, True Rockers. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

The true rocker stands in defiance against trends and the spit in the eye from the other genres as they still find ways to suggest that the once thought uncool double denim look was a reflection of the music, that snobbish would sneer with delight, that the arrogant would openly mock, and yet throughout it all the true rocker stood firm, held their council and their own tongue and just enjoyed the ride in every form that was available.

Matt Swift, Growth And Decay. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

We ignore those who we should be holding up high every day, it is an action that costs a little piece of our soul, a small sliver of our humanity, until all that could have been evolution, progress in our hearts, becomes shrouded in the shadow of degeneration, the waxing and the waning of someone’s art too fragile, too at risk from the latest trend and the chase of the obscure celebrity fashion, the endorsement of those that quite honestly would step over the passionate and interesting in favour of the scent of the superficial and the phoney.

Christopher Robin. Film Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Cast: Ewan McGregor, Hayley Atwell, Bronte Carmichael, Mark Gatiss, Oliver Ford Davies, Ronke Adekoluejo, Adrian Scarborough, Roger Ashton-Griffiths, Ken Nwosu, John Dagleish, Amanda Lawrence, Katy Carmichael, Orton O’ Brien, Tristan Sturrock, Jasmine-Simone Charles, Paul Chahidi, Simon Farnaby, Mackenzie Crook, Jim Cummings, Brad Garrett, Nick Mohammed, Peter Capaldi, Sophie Okonedo, Sara Sheen, Toby Jones.

It is, with hindsight, easy to suggest that humanity in the 20th Century lost its way, that we as a collected species lost our wonder and our innocence to a new way of thinking, a rational that arguably had its genesis in the self-imposed, stiff upper lipped facade philosophy created by the Victorians and to which even now has eaten away at our ability to forget the dreams we had as children and the wondrous stories we could weave.

A Fool And A Man.

 

I have shaken

the hand

of a man

who went on

to become a President,

and told a former

Prime Minister to sail away.

I have been certain of where I am

half way round the world

yet still felt lost

as I looked into the eyes of love, never sure

how I managed to lose

my bearings and my heart

in such a small leap.

I have witnessed death

and blood congealing in my lap,

I have helped a cow give birth

Maireared Green And Anna Massie, Farran. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

The environment is not just important, it is sacred. This urge to protect the place where we live, where we play, where we exist but for a moment in time, should be fulfilling, should be overriding, and yet like an errant fisherman who places his rod over the mizzen side when the sea is teeming with cod on the starboard side, some cannot be told that the belief they hold is a mistake which could have far-reaching effects.

The Bletchley Circle: San Francisco. Charlotte’s Web/Madhouse. Television Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 5/10

Cast: Julie Graham, Rachael Stirling, Crystal Balint, Chanelle Peloso, Jennifer Spence, Jessica Harmon, Jordana Largy, Peter Benson, Sarah Smyth, Jesse Moss, Paul McGillion, Colin Lawrence, Luke Camilleri, Arron Craven, Emma Flemington, Andrew Neil McKenzie, Brendan Riggs, Ben Cotton.

Not all deaths are murders, some are just accidents, some have the sadness and heartbreak of suicide attached to them, and some are just unexplainable, they fall into the realm where Morpheus takes a gentle hand and eases the soul in its time of despair; not all deaths are murders but the ones that can be corrupted by the foul stench of profit and the act of greed are arguably amongst the most insidious to bear.

A Page Boy Cries At The Memory Of His Queen.

 

When a Queen dies, the lowly

page doesn’t know how to pencil

down his thoughts, no confidence

in the might of the pen

or the edge of the sword,

his tears fall to the ground,

silently and with no forever favour

in his heart; for who is there to please

now that the Queen is dead.

Her other loyal subjects

feel the pain of passing with intensity,

the page carries on, there are wars to be fought

and his master, that of time,

Hilary Scott, Don’t Call Me Angel. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The steely determination of untameable love, the smooth velvet glove of introspection and the beautiful attitude of a devil who gets mistaken for an angel at all possible moments. It is in this combination of the just and rich voice of Hilary Scott comes alive, it resounds with the passion of unprejudiced, it flows like water down the throat of a thirsty human lost, led astray, in the desert and hallucinating that the vision before them has been sent by their own version of God, call this vision anything you want, just don’t let her retort, Don’t Call Me Angel.