Kid Andersen, The Dreamer. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

 

Without dreamers there is no progress, without The Dreamer there is no call back to celebrate and reflect upon a time of Blues which has largely since disappeared as the new century has dawned and allowed the genre to tackle the issues that faced it as the 1980s and 90s came to an end. To take such a positive and courageous step and reinforcing what made the Blues so special to millions of fans is a privilege that must not be abused, but one that should see the artist flourish under the scrutiny that is sure to come.

All The Money In The World. Film Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Cast: Christopher Plummer, Michelle Williams, Mark Walhberg, Romain Duris, Timothy Hutton, Charlie Plummer, Andrew Buchan, Marco Leonardi, Giuseppe Bonifati, Nicholas Piedimonti Bodini, Guglielmo Favilla, Jonathan Aris.

Hostiles. Film Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Cast Christian Bale, Rosamund Pike, Jessie Plemons, Rory Cochrane, Jonathan Majors,  Scott Shepherd, David Midthunder, Gray Wolf Herrera, John Benjamin Hickey, Stafford Douglas, Stephen Lang, Bill Camp, Wes Studi, Timothee Chalamet, Adam Beach, Orianka Kilcher, Tanaya Beatty, Peter Mullan, Austin Rising, Robyn Malcolm, Ryan Bingham, Paul Anderson, Ben Foster, Scott Lounde.

The Greatest Showman. Film Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Cast: Hugh Jackman, Zac Efron, Michelle Williams, Rebecca Ferguson, Zenaya, Sam Humphrey, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II, Keala Settle, Eric Anderson, Ellis Rubin, Byron Jennings, Betsy Aidem, Gayle Rankin, Fredric Lehne, Will Swenson.

Never let the truth get in the way of a good story, give it the three ringed circus appeal and dazzle the spectator with glitter, heartfelt illusion and a set of good numbers in which the audience is going to remember for a long time, add a sprinkling of stars in which to amaze and enthral and the final curtain that is raised upon the occasion, is sure to be a hit.

A Machine Attempts To Woo A Woman’s Heart.

 

The day a machine

writes a sonnet

to woo a woman’s heart,

 sees the spark

of a single line blossom

like the early stages of an apple,

not ripe for picking, still flowering,

the early bud of inspiration lose

and gain, a single moment when dew rises

and is perched sweetly, temptingly

on top and in sight, when a machine sees that

and looks upon it with cold dead eyes

in appreciation

then I shall know I have been beaten;

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Respectful, not boastful,

to my own endeavour,

I worked hard to put letters

after my name, long hours

of sweat, beads turning to oceans,

streams to churning whirlpools

and underwater I sank, more often than not

but I swam against the tide

to have the honour of two letters

after my name,

am I proud, no,

fulfilled, almost

but I will take a letter added to my name

any day

than have numbers

tattooed upon my arm

and reduced to denying my name.

Rick Springfield, The King Snake. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

They say in the land of Rock ‘N’ Roll you have to change lanes once in a while, that you have to put the hazards on, put the foot down and get off the freeway, let the Interstate be a distant memory and occasionally speed along the back roads, kicking up dust and kick down the doors of the roadhouses, order a beer or two, follow it up with indiscretion and listen to the conversation on your shoulders between any angel passing by and big Ol’ Red. In the land of Rock ‘N’ Roll you got to put on the radio, tune in to The King Snake and relax in the heart of The King Snake.

A Celluloid Cabaret.

 

There I was,

a celluloid cabaret, looking

as rough as following a night

celebrating an election win for Bill

in a bar full of dead winded strangers,

and not a dime passing my way

throughout, all toasting

this guest of wit and sarcasm,

piss drunk and fancy free,

my observations on Bush V Clinton

skewed by admiring Bill

and thinking he represented real change

here in this bar, tapped out, exhausted

by an early morning Greyhound race

from New York to Niagara Falls,

The Bad Flowers, Starting Gun. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Pink Floyd got it spot on in their 1973 song Time from their opus Dark Side of the Moon, we miss the noise of the Starting Gun and find we have no one to blame but ourselves for the missed opportunities and the chance to rock the world with our energy.  

DateMonthYear, March. Single Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Grief is impossible to truly understand, the one emotion we all go through, perhaps many times, but it is the one that can shape our psyche arguably more than any other and it is one that is mostly private. Nobody’s anguish is the same and nobody can know what you are feeling, empathise yes, have compassion for; but to understand or even dare tell you that you should be over it by a certain date, then that is almost giving you a target or a limit on how the mental strength rebounds once the intensity starts to fade.