Freedom Of Sound: Featuring Amanda Lyons, Sunshine. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

We are granted so little in this world, some perhaps more than others but the basics that come to us should be held on to with dear life, with purpose and with dignity. Our senses for one, if we are fortunate enough to see, hear, touch, speak, then we are indeed blessed, we have the freedom to wonder, to imagine, the liberty of speech, and the freedom of sound; a freedom we should never allow to be taken from us, a freedom that is as beautiful as one day of Sunshine in a month of rain.

Phil Madeira, Providence. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

We all seek the sense of foresight, a possibility of fortune and the hope that once in a while we may enjoy being held by Providence tightly, that she may whisper in to our ears, “That the journey from somewhere like Rhode Island to the historic passion of Nashville will come for you, just hold on.”

Andrea Baker, Sing Sistah Sing! Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

No matter where we believe we are from, the sound of Africa still resonates deep in our soul and in our species’ memory, we find ourselves looking to that continent with awe and with trepidation. It should be argued more vigorously that we have all been party to its suffering, that it still, despite its natural beauty and deep secrets, has scars that potentially will never heal, not properly, not with the sense that right minded people would like it be, more than bountiful, more than flourishing, it should be lauded and prized as a beacon of that is good and beautiful.

Robert Harris, Munich. Book Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

History always recalls the large moments, the seemingly unshakeable facts that we repeat and regurgitate in class or in film, the presence of the figures that have shaped the world, for good, for their own nefarious reasons. History always understands that we are defined collectively by those instances, but for the individual the moment seems greater, the recollection arguably clearer, for they have no distraction, unlike the cheering crowd revelling in the Aut Pax Aut Bellum…either peace or war.

Worn Down Time.

 

Remember when you sat

on worn down Time, and looked

only to the blue horizon

and wished for tomorrow

to come, worn down by the time

it arrives and lost

in the dream of another day,

eroded stone cast possibilities,

gone forever, now turned to worn down Time,

on which summer days

hold only the pleasure of ice cream drip

and the blue horizon

of tomorrow.

 

Ian D. Hall 2018

Roger Waters, Gig Review. Echo Arena, Liverpool. (2018).

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

The air and atmosphere inside the Echo Arena was still, a feeling arguably of the uncertainty of time in which the overbearingly hot, sweat-filled and almost distaste of a lack of summer breeze coming off the Mersey, ran riot with the emotions of the thousands who were there, milling around, some hand in hand, others clutching the only means of cooling down they could find, a full circle reached, in a way that only Roger Waters perhaps could achieve.

The Mono LPs, Hell, Save My Soul. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

All your prayers are answered, the conversation with the gods has been noted and the outcome is one in which the incredible Liverpool band, The Mono LPs, return in the robes of a messenger having visited a wise Oracle, guarding a proclamation so deep, so meaningful, that the response from the Heavens is one that is earth shattering, upbeat and full of the exuberance you would need to shout, Hell, Save My Soul.

Joey Costello, The Wind Blows By. E.P.Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

You only notice the heat of your life when The Wind Blows By to shake the feeling of emotional swelter from what has been your existence so far; a cool wind of realisation, or rationale and the chance to savour the cordiality with one’s soul, it is all that is required to feel the calm breeze lift your spirits and reflect upon what is important and what is but a tempest you cannot control.

Silent Treatment.

 

I stroked the palm

of my hand gently,

and I saw you watching me,

not yet introduced, a fumbled attempt

in truth, to make friends.

I had made an H, crude,

followed by the easier e

and a couple of l’s and o

Hello, I signed silently,

mouthing it as if an unsure echo

would clarify my delight

in speaking to you with slow insecure fingers.

 

You smiled, a moment and a barrier broken.

 

You then asked me a question,

Kara Grainger, Living With Your Ghost. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

People pay thousands for therapy, some rattle on whilst the world pretends to take notice for a while, and then, when it is all over, they complain that nothing has changed, that somehow just talking to a pair of ears can ever find a way to lose the spectres and phantoms we carry round with us in our hearts. The point that could be argued, that whilst it is good to talk, it is far better to listen, sometimes even more enjoyable in some certain scenarios, to understand the restless spirit, to be thrilled with Living With Your Ghost.