Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7.5/10
Cry havoc and let slip the songs of war…for too long the over polished and easily forgotten have had their way, held up in the glare of the television lights, fawned over by many, lauded as saviours of popular music by some, this sense of over-rated gravitas is a million miles from the sound of a truth, of one that is pure and comes with several warnings attached to the side.
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We all have that one particular place that sits in our minds and refuses to budge, turns down the invitation to move on and reclines back in the imaginary sofa and waits for you to give in and join it there, if not in body, then at least in spirit. It is the place where your dreams go when the time is right, where your hopes are always seen in full colour and each detail ever seen is carefully stored and reminisced about till the end of days; it is the memory of such fine things, of the music in the water and the crevices in the landscape that become part of the story as Lori Watson takes the listener for a ramble and rummage in the Yarrow Acoustic Sessions.
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Somewhere in the bowels of the Earth resides hope that has been lost, a hope that brings together the avant-garde and the willingness to take risks, to tackle the slice by slice dissection we face of our time and the way we use it; it is the hope of the scream, of the passion that conquers the disinterest, and one that Rick Senley captures in his guise as I Am The Man With The St. Tropez Tan with his typical abundant flourish.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
The exploration of the past is a welcome and worthwhile pursuit, when seen through the eyes of the group collective the results of this journey is one to take heart from, the dynamic of tossing ideas around, bouncing the traditional against the power of the contemporary and progressive is fresh, prevailing and yet is sincere in its outlook to pay homage and in the scope of the English language there is arguably no greater writer to pay that respect to than William Shakespeare.
I have thrown out so many bags
for refuse of late, that countless
ideas of nonsense have become
obsolete, not worthy of being
in the same house anymore;
I must find a way to make room
for the hopeful flights of fancy
that are being conceived,
embryonic, shifting shapes
of butterflies, pinned down,
to grow into
the nonsense they desire to be.
Ian D. Hall 2018
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
Cast: Rachel Dawson, Diogo Gomes, Lloyd Gormon, T. J. Holmes, Ruri James, Avita Jay, Keziah Joseph, Chipo Kureya, Dyfrig Morris, Deborah Oyelade, Tripti Tripuraneni.
The life of a writer and their creation is often seen as being so intertwined that when the reader takes a more interested look, a more critical eye over what they are being implored to read, often the join seems to flush, that whatever the writer of the novel has written must be what they believe in their own hearts.
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Cast Austin Hewitt, Lucy Fiori.
To hold the attention of anyone, let alone that of a young eager mind, the story has to be entertaining, it has to have the thrill of the imagination weaved through it, delicate threads pulling together to make one large pattern, a stitch here and there creating the picture in which the story unfolds, unfurls with a flourish and which when seen with the benefit of distance is still just as valued as the moments when you are so close to the action that you cannot but smile and be drawn in by those creating the drama and the story.
Valentine’s Day is cruel,
unforgiving as expectations are raised
and the hope of a declaration of love
so special is hoisted high
in the hopes that your relationship
is seen to be perfect;
she told me to be ready by seven,
the table was booked for eight
and for a change
she was treating me to a night out
in low lights, soft music
and a night which was not
to be considered make
or break.
I hated the idea of such fuss,
You’re in the Waiting Room…
He’ll be coming soon
How are you today?
Won’t you step this way!
Now sit down in the Chair
Only the nurse is here
Why don’t you open wide
I’ll have a look inside…
It’s Just Terror ,Terror
in the Dentists Chair…
Now I’ll give you Gas or Novacain
that’ll soothe the pain
One good pull will do
Delirious I never knew
Pink Mouthwash rinse it out…
Gushing blood spit it out…
Make another appointment please
I’ll see you again next week!
It was like scanning a dial,
an old fashioned radio receiver
searching in the darkness
for Radio Luxemburg, static,
partial signal, lost, found, ear
splitting, brain numbing sound
as you close one eye in response
and try to shrug away as the dentist,
fiendishly and with enamel desire
starts removing the loose and the cracked,
the split and gleefully
finds the station’s pulse mark
and enjoys the hits coming forth,
in at this week’s number ten, a new sensation
drill baby drill.