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There is a reason why bands keep coming back to the world of the Psychedelic, of the rebellion that encompasses both mind and spirit, it is not in the fashionable or the chic, the often abhorrently trendy, it is because at the end of it all, at the closing down of every argument and rebuttal, it just sounds convincing and flawlessly cool.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
You don’t have to pucker the lips in order to Kiss Deep, you only have touch someone with your mind, your humour and your lust for life in order to reach them in a way that no amount of amorous thought can achieve; to feel the embrace of another’s words is not just a measure for good, it is the affirmation of what you believe more than anything, to be true.
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The outlook from where you sit can be the one that not only determines your mood but has the ability to shape you as a human being, the position you take into any fight, conversation or relationship and yet to say that The View From Here is the only one that is available is not trust the artist to show you another level, another position in which your stance can be changed.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
When you have One Foot In The Grave, that is when people should fear you most, in artistic terms, it is to raise a glass, the unfettered Tankard, to life and show that no matter what some might say about you, in the end the only opinion that matters is your own. If you can stare down the detractors and make a section of society happy to be in your company, then that is success, that is when all the fighting and taking on all comers was worth it.
It is a shame you were not around
in the position
of responsibility
when Roger wrote the words
to Pigs, for surely they now suit you,
wrapped in the pig skin
and the mud and shit,
dear Teresa, Donald and Katie,
you three different ones
writhing in the destruction
of person after person
and in the case of Pig Katie,
the figures in her bile
put more straw upon her made up house.
The trouble is dear piglets,
you are tiny, an oink lost in the darkness
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The mood is always one that is constantly evolving, ever changing in the face of those who face the world with serious thought or the natural disposition of seeing life as an orchestral arrangement; the feeling that somewhere in the mind is a music sheet of paper being written upon and seizing every note, every cascading thought, and the end result if viewed with passion, is akin to Whyte’s debut album Fairich, a wave of inspiration and recorded ambience in which life is seen to be surrounded by the inevitable and the sonically beautiful.
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All that is fire turns to ash eventually, the passion of misspent youth, the heat of reckless middle age, the slowing embers of love in mature grandeur, all set free on the wings of steam and the memory of what was once the most desired thing in the world, to be loved and to care for with equal ferocity; all this eventually is the Bonfire To Ash, the cinders which inspires the phoenix to rise one last time.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
In today’s society, the Little Folks Like You And Me has never been more apt or prevalent. We have become divided whilst trying to unite, we have found more ways to be offended by the small things whilst not seeing the big picture and everyday this goes on, whilst every second that passes we find another way to break apart, we find ways to fracture and disavow those who are our greatest allies. Yet it is in the supposed little folks, the perceived down trodden and the Orwell Proles that hope can come and music can be made.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
We all want to believe the beautiful, we have to have relish the sense of the impressive, a moment in our lives when the delightful outweighs the truth, even if it is for the smallest and briefest of time, before the colour that had been painted with vivid and exciting colours turns to monochrome and the images are left startled by their own fading glory. It is in this we see the difference between what we see and what actually occurs and so rarely do the two states, The Beautiful & The Actual, coexist.
The curtains have begun to close
and through the dim light
afforded the scene, I see
in your eyes that it takes
a minute or two
for you to remember who I am,
the boy you raised in summer’s
warmth on an island and clotted cream
and to whom I revered as the fiercest
of storms, a one woman army
not dictated to by a single man,
in your eyes, it took a moment
and longer to remember me
and those eyes, frightened, lost