U.D.O. Steelfactory. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

You wait for the punch to come, to land somewhere on your body, and rather than close your eyes and accept your fate, you look it square in the face and hope that it is a steely embrace, one of creativity, of the heavyweight and big heart; not one from the sly and the craven, instead one from the cool, the sublime and the handsome sound. It is to listen to the comprehensive, the unassailable, unbound declaration of the return of Udo Dirkschneider and U.D.O. that makes the punch to the emotional pleasure centres such a wait of wonderful expectation.

Ant-Man And The Wasp. Film Review

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Cast: Paul Rudd, Evangeline Lilly, Michael Pena, Walton Coggins, Bobby Cannavale, Judy Greer, Michael Douglas, Michelle Pfeiffer, Laurence Fishburne, T.I., David Dastmalchian, Hannah John-Kamen, Abby Ryder Forston, Randall Park, Divian Ladwa, Goran Kostic, Rob Archer, Sean Kleier, Benjamin Byron Davis, Michael Cerveris, Riann Steele, Hayley Lovitt, Langston Fishburne, RaeLynn Bratten, Madeleine McGraw, Tim Heidecker, Suehyla El-Attar, Stan Lee.

 

The Bletchley Circle: San Francisco: Presidio/Wake. Television Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision rating 7/10

Cast: Julie Graham, Rachael Stirling, Crystal Balint, Chanelle Peloso, Jennifer Spence, Peter Benson, Colin Lawrence, Agape Mngomezulu, Ben Cotton, Teach Grant, Nicholas Lea, Lydia King, Neil Grayston, Sarah-Jane Redmond.

The war may have ended but for many the fight went on, especially those women from every walk of life who fought to be recognised, rightly, as equals to their male colleagues who were doing the same job as them. The code breakers, the factory girls, the women working the land, the teachers and the everyday; a war was not just won in the fields, seas and air over Britain, Europe and the whole world, it was engaged and wrestled with in the homes, in the minds and experiences of those who stood up to the evil of Fascism and who wanted at all cost, for the country to survive.

Scone On Scone.

 

An on-line debate,

normally one to steer clear of

as the night time air

stirs the blood

with condescension

and free-range consumption,

but one as a son of Cornwall

I could not resist

as they played the game

of Scone or Scone,

sunken ships and enemy fire pound the wary feet

as they find no sense

of who’s right

and who is right,

my tuppence worth thrown in

like a hand grenade

with a long pause and no casual victim

Chaos War: Avengers. Graphic Novel Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision * * * *

The dead shall rise, for in the land of darkness, heroes never truly rest easy, their bodies may be still, slowly fading from our view but in the chaos of war, nothing truly ever sleeps easy, the eyes, ever vigilant, will always be sense that death commands sacrifice; humanity will always require saving, protecting. For the Marvel graphic novel fan, as with the other large publishing house in which such wars are the staple diet of intrigue and perspective, death is rarely ever forever, death is just the deep inhale between states of consciousness.

Robbie Faulks & Linda Gail Lewis, Wild! Wild! Wild!. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Being in the same league as an iconic sibling is a double-edged sword, and for the tremendous Linda Gail Lewis, they don’t come much more iconic than the original wild man of Rock ‘n’ Roll, Jerry Lee Lewis.

There is the twin element of light and shade in which to navigate through, the outlandish beauty of the thrilling windswept wildness competes with the red rose flower in the turbulent sea tossed aside because of its association with the field of sunflowers; this is the path into which Linda Gail Lewis steps with Robbie Faulks and comes out down the line and over the gate of popular music with her exceedingly cool reputation even further enhanced, it is enough to drive you wild with excitement.

Kris Gruen, Coast & Refuge. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

For some, the sense of being so far inland that the water of life cannot be said to perhaps harm, drown or mistreat them, is enough to understand the world, they see it as protection from the elements, a haven in the unsinkable desert and harsh terrain. Yet by doing so they leave themselves open to seeing their retreat become a prison, their shelter removing any possibility of the pleasure that a wave crashing majestically and with full force against a fortified safe-harbour can bring as the residue of spray comes over the top and directly splashes those walking underneath.

Treetop Flyers. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

You might believe you go anywhere for the atmosphere, perhaps even for the sense of enjoyment it might bring you; but it should perhaps be argued that what you are actually doing is weaving yourself into the narrative of the day. Like the tale of the every man that The Moody Blues incorporated with so much progressive majesty in Days of Future Passed, the every person, the sense of creativity that sparks in us all is only waiting for us to imbed our soul into the closeness of the mellotron and the flyers handed out, all proclaiming that the end does not have to come.

Fantastic Four: Civil War. Graphic Novel Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

The cost of Civil War is not one that can be solved by simply adding up the numbers and marking a line underneath where the money comes from to rectify the problem; it is a dangerous attitude to believe that wounds can heal with the introduction of a cash injection to make the public gracious to those on the opposing side of the conflict. War is war, be it a personal spat between once former friends, through to the disease of global destruction but a Civil War in the family, in the country, always seems more devastating, more personal, and as we find we cannot take a side, the fallout infects us to the point of decay.

A Pale Imitation Of Crippen.

 

I dipped my toe in the acid

and came out scarred

but alive, still in possession

of a beating heart,

and doesn’t that just annoy you

as you sit tapping your little

finger on the side

of your chair, despair

at your failure

to push my head in to the caustic

bubbling green-eyed material,

at least not enough to blind me;

despite the damage and the loose

appearance of my skin and dying flesh,

I am still whole, you

have never been more